Hellish waiting rooms
where boredom consumes.
Like boardrooms where consumerism blooms
and commercial interests
go through the roof.
You wait...
And wait.
In the corner the little shop.
Always a shop, in these places.
Spend some money to drive away
the nagging aches.
Hellish waiting rooms,
where nothing happens.
The clocks continue to tick
but the tock never follows.
It saps your energy.
Makes you sick
Just sitting in wait, feels so hollow.
The receptionist calls a name,
the smile of delight soon flips down again.
As they are told to join the next waiting room,
just follow the corridor,
the arrows on the floor
will show you what to do.
Hellish waiting rooms,
where nothing happens,
just time is consumed
and you're doomed to repeat the process
again, and again.
As you wait to be seen.
The crowd amble through
feeling all the same things that you do.
Hellish waiting rooms,
where money talks.
It's the only way to pass the time,
dead trees turned into currency
but no money tree in sight.
Won't take a leaf as payment
or a petal as an I O U for life.
Time continues its grind,
as you wait, number 666 in line.
Thanks for reading
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