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When workers can’t afford prescriptions Their doctors write them for their ills, They may be liable to conniptions That turn them green around the the gills; And , finally, augers their impressment Should be brought up for reassessment- Why work to make the bosses rich? Why not just drop them in a ditch? Start over as appropriators Of value that we helped create, But holds us now like a dead weight; Become our own emancipators. Then we may make a final break With health plans say “let them eat cake.”