Take A Number...Please! - Poem by david lessard
They said be patient and take a number,
I took one and remained cool and collected;
But an hour and a half passed by,
It was too long too wait and not what I expected.
I went back to the person giving out the numbers,
Look here, I said, I can't wait all day my friend;
She said she wasn't my friend, and not to think so,
I felt her wrath and that the day would never end.
Finally, they called my number, I jumped to my feet,
Are you so and so? they asked, I said yes;
Come right in they said, the doctor will be right here,
(But when he'd arrive, well, that'd be anybody's guess)
Twenty minutes later, the doc strolled in the room,
What can I do for you today? He asked loudly;
(He knew that I was hard of hearing, you see)
I feel like crap I said, but didn't say it proudly.
Well, here's a pill for you he said, It'll cure your ills,
Take it twice a day, drink some water with it;
See me in a month, or sooner if you don't get better,
(Yeah, if I come down with the flu or have a fit) .
The docs, they keep you waiting, take a number please,
You read the year old magazines and watch t.v.;
All about you people cough, belch, cry and sneeze,
It's the American health care at its best, you see?
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