Dollar Sign of the Times.

"Good morning America's aspiring mothers,
They've held captive, your future sons and daughters.
Cry for you, it's all I can do,
When you're up to your neck in expired medicine.
Insurance is too much, not handing it out for free.
Hide in the dumpster and find your cure,
Scour the depths for something sure.
The lights run dim, your electricity's out.
Goodnight."