The waiting room in life—
No matter where you go—
Is the worst sort of place
To be, and the service
Always sucks the life
Out of your soul like
Nothing else ever could.
You might try to meditate
Or read a stupid book,
But the goddam TV,
Playing just loud enough
So you can’t hear your
Breath or silence your
Thoughts, is clouding
Your mind with worthless
Information you never
Needed nor knew you
Might want to know.
For some unknown
Reason, the waiting room,
Like sitting in traffic or
Standing in line, is
Always fraught with
Horrible service and
Lackadaisical attendants
Who’ve never been taught
The meaning of customer
Service, and the service
Providers in the back are
So slow in getting to each
Patient that no patient
Is left with any patience
So that the service members
Lose their cool and forget
That they are there
To serve the patients and not
Their own goddam interests.
And this is the waiting room
Of this very life in which
We all live and move and
Have our being, the very
Place where we are all
Placed like figurines on
The shelf, left to be alone
In the darkness of waiting,
While the service providers
Rush around to no avail
But only a fury of a flurry
Of fruitless activity that
Provides no service to
Any patients who are
Waiting, not so patient.