Sometimes the middle road is a delight.
Could it be that "easy" route doesn't actually exist?
Or is clearing the stuff in the way the thing we resist?
I've heard many dark worker's comp insurance tales,
handled claims, seen scams and where the system fails.
So, to illustrate how silly each extreme actually is,
I've written some 'nursery rhymes' about the worker's comp biz.
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Painter Pauly
Painter Pauly felt a pain
shoot from his right elbow.
"Ouch!" yelled Pauly, though in vain.
No one could hear him. (Low blow.)
Painter Pauly's boss said he
should go straight to the doctor.
The company would pay the fee
with Work Comp as its proctor.
Later Pauly's boss found out
he played a bit of tennis.
This fact did not make him pout,
it made Pauly a menace.
No one proved without a doubt
what injured Painter Pauly,
though the signs did scream and shout
his lifestyle was the folly.
Other painters heard the news
(Painter Pauly's settlement).
Now Pauly's boss has the blues
and bills that are exorbitant.
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Ruler Ronnie
Ruler Ronnie sent his bellhop
out into the dust storm.
He wouldn't risk leaving the shop
where it was safe and warm.
The skyscraper next door had been
demolished that morning,
but Ruler Ronnie, like some men,
refused to change a thing.
So Bellhop Bill braved the dust storm
to get his boss breakfast,
but soon his lungs showed the dust harm
was bad enough to last.
Bellhop Bill told Ruler Ronnie
he needed to get help.
The Ruler said, "Ok with me.
There is no need to yelp."
But Ruler Ronnie said that he
was not going to pay.
His sources tested and said the
air was just fine that day.
© Rachel Hoyt 2011. All rights reserved.
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out into the dust storm.
He wouldn't risk leaving the shop
where it was safe and warm.
The skyscraper next door had been
demolished that morning,
but Ruler Ronnie, like some men,
refused to change a thing.
So Bellhop Bill braved the dust storm
to get his boss breakfast,
but soon his lungs showed the dust harm
was bad enough to last.
Bellhop Bill told Ruler Ronnie
he needed to get help.
The Ruler said, "Ok with me.
There is no need to yelp."
But Ruler Ronnie said that he
was not going to pay.
His sources tested and said the
air was just fine that day.
© Rachel Hoyt 2011. All rights reserved.
Technorati Tags: Entertainment, Opinion, Worker's Comp, Humor, Insurance, Poetry
If you're visiting from D'Verse Poets Pub Open Link Night,
please leave a link to your work so I can read them tonight!
