The unicycle of life is a huge interconnected wheel of wonder that constantly sucks up the dust of the dead at the hub and then feeds the spokes of the living. In a productive society, humans take in dead plants and animals for the energy to work, play, and procreate. As old age sets in, production decreases, recreation declines, and ovaries dry up, putting the elderly on to the outer spokes of the unicycle, soon to be spit out and turned into the dust of fertilization. This will feed the next batch of life, who somehow thinks it has a better plan. On the rim of the wheel are businesses that attach themselves securely to take a monetary gain on those about to be thrown off. Mortician, lawyers, and doctors, along with their support groups, offer a deceptive promise that life will be grand under their protection. Their payment starts at a grand and goes up from there. Only a selfish society sees profit in the guarantee of death, and their anchor points on the rim need to be pried free. Instead of calling a geriatric patient back 4 times a year and passing him on to the good old boys (GOB or medical industry), they should all be prescribing the same medication: BUTTER. Their time being productive is done, and they just let nature claim their prize by having these poor souls lose their grip on that wheel that is guaranteed to flip them off. Hope is overrated.
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