Setting My Table

Tables are set

For conditions met

To state the reality

Of eventuality

They predict how much I'll weigh

And how much I sleep each day

They tell me how many children I'll love

In whole numbers and fractions thereof

They'll assign the risk of my cancers

Incurable ones and the ones with answers

They summate, equate, fabricate, and colligate

The disparate elements that they so dutifully tabulate

Statistics can lie for those who deceive

To make sure they pay out less than receive

Numbers tell insurers how much to charge

Based on lies from the thieving bastards at large

Who can argue with expert consultants?

Who can challenge their covert resultants?

Life, major medical, term and whole

Are the stuff of big companies, but we pay the toll

They sell seduction of protection from disability

As long-term and short-term pseudoliability

Denial and rejection and refusal to pay

Are the first hundred steps in Appeals for their prey

They're setting my table and the food that I eat

Based on the numbers they line up to cheat

Their self-serving conclusions are magisterial

Because the tables they set are actuarial

It's a whole different world they live in I see

One of, "Maybe for you — but double for me"

A win-lose, faux-brainer, they live very well

Before sent to their place, specially reserved, in Hell