Poem: To the DWP

Why do I have to prove I am sick

When it would be clear

If you only looked

I used to run half marathons

Cycle every day

I had so many hobbies

I was hardly home

Now I can hardly leave home

Why would I choose this life over that?

I had a great job, financial freedom

Why would I give that up

And beg for money

If I had a choice?