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Monetized Misery
By QuantumSaike64 Plays
https://youtu.be/hv7jh2neifc?si=xxt59nzmmAAPQCLf
Years of waitin' just to hear a "whoopsie-daisy,"
While the medical billing department’s drivin' me crazy.
Spending more per capita than the rest of the planet,
But if you're dyin' for a cure, they’ll probably just ban it.
Handing me an envelope with twenty thousand cash,
While the healthcare system treats her life like A.I. trash.
Welcome to the USA, where the Tylenol is gold,
And we’ll rug pull your coverage if you’re gettin' too old.
Three thousand for a ride in the wee-woo truck,
If you’re lookin' for a doctor who cares, you’re out of luck!
Spend a million bucks just to die in a gown,
While the HMO CEO is the toast of the town.
Medical debt is the new aesthetic,
The way they monetize the suffering is truly pathetic!
Oncologist is AFK, she’s busy on her phone,
While the metastasis is chilling in my mommy’s bone.
"We only take faxes," says the bitch at the desk,
Her IQ’s under fifty, her soul is grotesque.
"Wait 24 hours for a one-sentence mail,"
While the cells are doing laps and the kidneys all fail.
Is it racism or ego? Yeah, it’s a bit of both,
The medical board swore a profit-bound oath!
Amazonian goddess shrinking down to the air,
While I’m yelling at a receptionist who doesn’t even care.
"Zero tolerance policy for raising your voice,"
But letting people rot is just a "business choice."
Switching the insurance just to see the same doc,
The grim reaper’s coming and he’s cleaning his glock.
Hospice or the hospital? You can only pick one,
Either way, the insurance company has already won!
My therapist is a robot using ChatGPT,
Because human empathy is too expensive for me.
Poison in the shrimp, poison in the crops,
The monetization of the misery never, ever stops.
DO YOUR GODDAMN JOB!
Welcome to the USA, where the Tylenol is gold,
And we’ll rug pull your coverage if you’re gettin' too old.
Three thousand for a ride in the wee-woo truck,
If you’re lookin' for a doctor who cares, you’re out of luck!
Spend a million bucks just to die in a gown,
While the HMO CEO is the toast of the town.
Medical debt is the new aesthetic,
The way they monetize the suffering is truly pathetic!
Rest in peace, Momikaze, you were too good for the greed,
The system is a parasite, and death is its feed.
No cure for the cancer 'cause the profit’s too high,
They'll bill your estate for the space where you die.
See you in the commentsReleased 12/26/25, 3m 46s
genre
Alternativemood
Aggressive