The right hand
Of the President
Whose job is even harder.
Then his as she has to support him
She even got Coronavirus from him.
His side kick or better half
His wife is also known.
As the First Lady
Of America
Not the Queen consort
But the one sent out.
On those most dangerous
Of missions....
Into the public good
She meets and greets.
All those not allowed to enter.
The White House
Today she is not at the Prayer breakfast.
But on a flight over the nation
Flying through all those horrible
Troubles that have caused cancelations.
She is landing in California.
Almost a second stop
For this Administration
So many problems
This little state
Spread out lengthwise.
My town is going to get.
A firsthand view
Of her in action
She is going to go to the
Family Health Centers
The very place that altered.
The old clinics and poor houses
Into an organized group
Of medical specialists.
She wants to talk about Cancer.
Cancer is a good subject.
But there is other life-threatening.
Issues that have been forgotten
I have spent the last three years.
Being told that I have nothing.
But a little upper respitory virus
Even my last cold was referred.
As a virus instead pneumonia
Perhaps I would have gotten.
Better sooner if they had
Accurately diagnosed me.
Maybe I would still have.
Those teeth that abscessed
But could not be handled.
Because someone thought
I was imagining they were in pain.
Now there are holes.
And a very bitter taste
In my mouth as it can't
Taste things the same way as before
They even refused to address.
My thyroid condition.
My pre-diagnosed condition
That requires treatment.
Not seal hand clapping
By a nurse who does not know
How to spell her last name.
Now they are attempting to tell me.
That I have diabetes just like Jimmy
I have not been able to eat almost.
Anything with these bad teeth.
And sugar does not cause diabetes.
Not that Suzanne understands.
This nor anything else
In her delusions of grandeur
I hate to tell you.
Jill but I am sueing
This particular place
For Malpractice
Refusing to treat me for my real
Ailments while misdiagnosing me.
For someone elses lunacy
When Carla and Mitch
Finally get on the testimony stand.
They will know what it means.
To sneak around at night
And stand in front of one's door.
When all they want is to rob
And rob they did.
By being at my doctor's office
The same time he needed.
To concentrate upon
My ailments and not someone else's.
Do please introduce yourself.
To the nurses who think
A vital sign means getting on a scale.
As all women who have dieted
Too much it is impossible.
When sick and unable to properly
Exercise to keep off the extra pounds.
But having the nurses decide
Whether or not I get treated
Over their misperception
Of how my weight affects
My asthma and swollen glands
Is another story.
They even claim to have studied medicine.
I have a Bachelor of Science
Having studied psychology
And forensics
I was going for archaeology.
But that is a man's job.
I was not man enough.
For the other girls
We won't discuss.
What it is I could not do
In the study of ancient humans
But choose your office.
Wisely, the old downtown one
Is the last FDR building?
Left standing in this town.
That throws away its treasures.
Just to make room for the impossible
Associate of Geologist
If you look at the embalms
They are a pickaxe and shovel.
This government office
Once studied the earth.
But now handles the homeless
Not very well I might add.
These nurses don't want them.
But have been paid overtime.
In order to smile and lie.
There are other places.
That deal with the neighborhood.
Better and handle other types of health issues.
I wish you luck in getting through.
To the staff to listen to the professionals
And actually, treat their patients.
As for the Navy
I miss the days when I was not seen.
As a terrorist or worse
Due to my skin color
As a native American
My great uncle
Who raised my father?
And was also a grandfather.
Served both world wars.
Once knew every man out there.
But now I walk around.
As a stranger in a once
All military town
Where we owned homes
Before the likes of Jimmy
Came along and destroyed.
Everything he could
If he should approach
You today
Watch out for needles.
He has learned to use.
Needles in order to have his way.
He only wants to have his way.
And all the time.
Enjoy your day
Here in what was once
The prettiest city on the water
But no more with all those glass death traps.
But it might warm your heart.
Perhaps your husband and yourself
Will be encouraged to find a house.
To retire here in our area
My family are original.
Californians
Having inherited homesteads
Which were destroyed and stolen?
There is almost nothing left.
Of the original buildings
Which delighted the first?
Arrivals to our West coast
Dont forget to take the train
Towards your next destination
See the beauty that is still
Available at a price
My own plight
I spotted a skunk.
Yesterday outside
A strange dog I thought
Then it raiseds its tale
Sure, enough a furry
Black animal with a white stripe
Down its back
Where has that been hiding?
The storm has brought out.
Things we don't know existed.
In our own bushes
And Phil has seen his shadow.
Another six weeks of winter.
I don't mind being in a non-snow.
Area instead of my families
Previous brick home
In Washington DC
Older than the city itself
But now part of someone's else
Building, it is crazy.
How many relatives
Pop out of nowhere
In order to make a buck
Then disappear once the dirt.
Begins to be slung.
Hopefully you will
Be snug. in your own home
If the FBI have left it standing
After all those searches
I am not antigovernment.
As long as it is lawful.
And not attempting to undermine
The fabric of the nation.
Life moves on
Count our losses.
And move on is the human way.
Of dealing with disasters
Have a blessed trip, Jill.
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