Because I'm a nice guy and I have some money, I donate
Monthly to various charities. What do I get from them in
Return? Frantic requests to donate more, dismal suggestions
That I write them into my will, so they'll get some nice gifts
When I die. "You're welcome," I sneer as I throw out their
Letters. "Why should I pay you at all?"

Tucked in among such ungracious missives: one from
The thieves who help pay for my drugs. Next year, my
Plan will cost half again more! Greed, I was told once,
Is ugly and sinful. That seems to be wrong. The mail
I have gotten portays it as purely routine.