As I sit here, in my working gear, waiting
to get crunched
My patience is wearing, I’m beyond caring,
my time is getting bunched
She’s three behind, should I be unkind,
why does she run so late
Too much yacking, not enough cracking, too
many on her plate
I don’t know why, she tries to pry, six
patients into one hour
Is it just for money, this is not funny,
my mood is turning sour
I should just say, you’ll get your pay,
when I’ve charged my daily fee
I bet that sign would get her back on
time, and get her seeing me
I’ll take a tractor to my chiropractor,
and bulldoze my way in
My appointment time is now behind, and I
cannot force a grin
When she comes out, and looks about, and
sees that there’s just me
And will just state, “sorry I’m late”, as
if its fun to see
I’ll leave a bill, set on her till, for
the hour that I waited
What will she say when I want my pay, she
won’t be elated
I do not care, this is not fair, what
about my time
If I was late, I know my fate, it would be
called a crime
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