The Maleficent Medic

I accidentally broke my arm today.

My ambulance whizzed past stoplights and curious onlookers.

The calmness of the autumn air disrupted

by blaring sirens.

As I lay comfortable in my hospital bed, I think with sad realization,

"My hamburger will go stale,

"And now I must involve

"Whoever made that fridge door so heavy,

"And my floors so slippery

"In a lengthy legal dispute

"Just to pay this hospital bill."

My heart beat fast like a rapid drum

And I screamed

As pain shot through my radius.

My doctor came in,

Grinned from ear to ear, and said,

Innocent as a lamb,

"Let's get one thing straight,

"Your good luck amulet will do no good."

"Peculiar," I say back.

"Why is that?"

"Because," he says like the whip of a crack,

Did I get that backwards?

"Before I measured dosages

"And little baby heartbeats,

"I used to measure the area of a room,

"And perimeter of a wall."

Suddenly this dingy room is much too small.

My heart sinks to my stomach as his face shrinks with malice.

"That house you call a haven," he says with a voice as soft as thunder.

"I built with my own two hands."

"Please," I pray with futile hope.

"Do not do this to me, I cannot pay the hospital bill!"

And then his eyes revealed a glimpse

Of a rare look into a soul as black as night, as he said,

Freshly sharpened scalpel in hand,

"You should have thought about that before you fucked my wife."

So instead of suing the maleficent medic,

And though I am no poet,

I decided to write this as a poem in hopes of winning a contest.