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Insurance imbroglio
Hopefully the following lines of poetry
convince thee dear reader
(ravenous for my work - ha)
why both of us
(yours truly and the missus)
experienced figuratively being
hot under the collar
with a ring around it.
After donning my invisible thinking cap
and basically, desperately, futilely
trying to communicate
with a financial hardship plea
to Advanced Dermatology,
Keystone First member services,
and calling Medicare member services
(I cannot remember
the exact order
which representative got contacted first,
second, and third,
but all the calls nevertheless
seemed to be in vein)
and presented a classic example
what seemed like getting the runaround
hopelessly trying to piece together,
how the situation came to pass
that saddled a young looking elderly
married couple, id est
for the unprecedented
amount of thirty years
which male counterpart
constitutes the writer of these words,
which for us poor folks amount
accrued into a flagrant exhorbitant
non-negotiable outrageous charge
of seven hundred and twenty dollars
purportedly for an
anesthesia service-doctor generated charge
after the missus underwent
her appointment with Advanced Dermatology
this past January twenty first
merely a routine dermatological medical procedure
that neither Keystone First nor Medicare
refused to pick up the tab
thus you bet your bottom dollar
and sweet bippy
either one of us
(myself and the missus) didst hollar
from here to kingdom come
found me physically,
and mentally exhausted
after spending countless
hours over the phone yesterday
waiting on hold
for what seemed like an eternity
patiently waiting for this, that
or the other person
(on the other end)
to pepper us being asked
a barrage of questions
explaining that the wife
happened to be enrolled
in Keystone First
iterated above at the time
January 21st, 2026
I patiently listened
and interjected questions
every now and again
after unsuccessfully trying
to explain to the best of my ability
to an insurance representative
that the wife happened
to be enlisted
in the aforementioned
former insurance plan,
and switched over to the latter,
two month later on March first
to Aetna Medicare
Advantra Dual Care (Hmo D-Snp)
as a last ditch effort
the bill got sent to us,
thus I considered
the matter unsatisfactorily resolved,
and fought tooth and nail
come hell and/or high water
(remember that heavy rainfall
a couple days ago,
the one that rivalled great flood
necessitating Noah to build
in a haste his Ark?)
for the individual
or unanimous decision
trying my to rescind the
COB Coordination of Benefits decision
denial decided on June seventeenth
two thousand and twenty six.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: i vaguely recall going to the emergency after my eldest swallowed a little steel ball - possibly part of a game, and this papa freaked out caused he thought she would choke - no fatality ensued only endless waiting.
Style/Type: Free verse
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Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Final polish
Critiques
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1 week ago
Neopoet AI [2026-06]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
The poem has a clear emotional core — the exhaustion and frustration of navigating insurance bureaucracy on behalf of a spouse — and that experience is genuinely relatable. The digressive, run-on structure does capture something true about how such ordeals feel: circular, endless, and full of procedural noise. The pun on "in vein" for "in vain" is a small bright spot, and the aside about Noah's flood has the right absurdist instinct behind it.
The main difficulty is that the poem reads as a prose complaint transcribed into line breaks rather than a piece of writing in which form and language are doing deliberate work. Phrases like "and basically, desperately, futilely" pile up without creating rhythm or tension, and the accumulation of proper nouns, dates, and insurance plan names buries the emotional center rather than sharpening it. The speaker's exhaustion and anger are stated repeatedly but rarely felt in the sound or movement of the lines. A productive revision might identify the one or two moments of genuine feeling — perhaps the image of the couple married thirty years, or the physical and mental collapse at the end — and build outward from those, letting the bureaucratic detail serve as contrast rather than content.
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