Twice I have applied
For disability
And twice it was awarded
With deceptive ease,
Leaving me to ask,
What was said about me?
Am I really as nuts
As I suspect?
The legal papers say
My medical complaints
Barely meet the criteria
Required by the State,
Therefore,
It must be
My mental angst,
The diagnoses ranging
From PTSD
To Bipolar Disorder,
With quirky points 
In between.
I can no longer work,
Can no longer endure
The stress
Of the workaday world,
Though, in truth,
I would prefer employment
To endless days
Of twiddling my thumbs;
But maybe,
Perhaps,
I should just be grateful
For the opportunity 
To write to my heart's content!