“Social (In)-securities”

                 “Social (In)-securities”

Medicare and Social Security are running out of money sooner than previously thought,This isn't a cry, to formulative battle but a fight, need we be, well fought.

These trustees appointed by the president, to oversee these entitlements, are from both political parties. Their report urged Congress to quickly make changes, as charges.

The Social Security trust fund for disability benefits they say, will only last four years, until 2016, two years sooner than expected.

The many lost lives, that have been so victimized, to the very entity, forced to have ethically entrusted, has now to been subjected.

"Lawmakers should not delay addressing the long-run financial challenges facing Social Security and Medicare, If they take action sooner rather than later,

to phase in changes, so that the public has adequate time to prepare, more options and more time, will be available, to serve the needs, of the lesser and the  greater.

“We will be there when you need us,” or so, the congressional, social inapt story seems to be forever boldly told.

Yet when I finish the annotation of these words, the truth will have definitely been unselfishly and with many victims, to unfold.

A subtraction of royalties, from earned funds, promised to our social securities and to tend to, the drying of many wet eyes.

Prominent words, to be well spoken to us all, but truly, a full pack of socially incorrect and political, financial lies.

I have witness first hand, the destruction, you have allowed, through deception, of your people, and bad judgments, by which you make.

With no rhyme nor reason, abundant promises un-kept, yet a forth, of my earned salary, you’d surely apprehend and with malice take.

Just the other day, an elder, left waste, on his bed, end stage death, due to your lie, medical services, many needed but the deciding, Social Security judge continuously impeded and carelessly dooming him to die. Ow what a tangled web we weave, when at all times, are we practicing, to deceive.

Today young Bobby, fell ill to his prey, a victim of fetal alcohol syndrome, I remember the days he’d bravely venture out to play, in the school yard, which he once, loved to roam. 

Left judged, by a mere man,( a child’s life), left in his hands, terminal seizures, known to be the child’s debilitive illness,  yet to meet  your administrative monthly quota, (approval/disapproval), you claim them (all), to be fake,

Another victim sadly at hand, a child, not nowhere near, to being a man, destined to too falter and nor by he to (taste), of years twelve cake….

Cause of death, was as you and I “expected,” to be read, Grand Mal ”Febrile seizure”  as he lye Curled on his bed room floor…

Though what do you care, no child, to have been, of yours, not even that of a friends, (neighbored), next door.

You sit at your table counting your many, (opposes), rather than your, (less then few), approvals, each contestive number, you brandishly hold… 

No, just another poor soul, whose life you’d once hold, in your hands, with no chance at life, in life, would you have dealt her, so cold…

Systems well broken, in our life time but allowed to continue, its (squanderance), of our life’s funds, be it by nickel, are by dime.

And on many occasion boast, its existence in probability, wasn’t to be guaranteed, we hear time, after time, after time.

At a gambling table, there are no fathers and sons and you, make for very strange, bed fellows. A poker face to us all, have you presented.

and for so long, have we the people, been folding,(showing)  our hands, to such a long lived con artist, don’t you thank its over time, for  our penance?

Just give me back the money you took, the health I’ve lost, the many miles of long narrowed roads, you have crooked.

You are to me and all others, whom have met the criteria for these earned, essential “Entitlements,” with the promise, (by you), back then, that it would be, reserved money in the bank,

Now all of a sudden, there are those of us, who say, (you are, as that to be), of a very bad dream, or of a bad, April’s day, (fooled) prank...

You, an everyday   repetitive and questions not to be, well-oiled machine but only through a programmer, are you to be of said, sound birth,

Born out of attractive lies and strong armed, military tactics in demand and to be followed, in order which, when presented to the public, depletes of all self-worth.   

A blood dimmed dawn, have you doomed many too, in lieu, of your promised, (when needed), social entitlement request, and fall upon a few deaf ears...

Another day, manifested into another night, have they been, thrust into an infinite wait, of their fight, while the unfortunate of others, endowed with and severs, their final tears.

When will this stop, the financial torcher, of those that have not, a system built, through pre-conditioning by this administration, on the social mind,

The feeble beliefs, of a promise, very well un-kept and governmental enslavement of our monetary income, you say it’s in our best interest but you’re robbing us blind.

There is some that I know, to poor, when it’s their time to go, and there will be no land markers in use, to commemorate their grave.

And they, just as this young child, have been strung along, for such a long while and will be destined to travel, that same road, left by you that you gregariously paved….To be continued

JIM