May you be born in interesting times

Yes, we are living under a curse
Since every single day
Our conditions seem to be getting worse

A fast-moving train heading straight for a wall
With greed and apathy fueling it all

Mirena

You deceived us, yes you did
Your lies kept the problems very well hid
And gave you untold wealth
While at the same time ruining our health
Now legions live in fear and pain
Wondering if we'll ever feel whole gain
The worst part is that while we suffer
The MDs drown our concerns with skeptical laughter

Choices

I chose this, there is no one else to blame
Now I must play this frustrating game
I cannot fold
For I must hold
My end of the bargain
Or cause much chagrin
And in the end there are things worse
With which I could be cursed

Looking for words

What happens when the words don't come?
When the commas all stick and the sentences run?
Your mind's a blank and your pen's all dry
And you know it's just not worth a try
It can be most irritating
Frustrating and exasperating
To bang your head against the rail
When each thought is a cold, cold trail
Down a path of bewilderment
And out on a rocky embankment
Where even the surf refuses to spray
Since all your thoughts have ebbed away