Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Patients lining up
And the phones won't quit
There's no diagnosis
And my nylons don't fit

A buzz from the doctor
While I'm still on the phone
Roasting from the heat
And I feel like a drone

Patients lining up
Others wait on hold
Many needing shots
And some with a cold

Be sure they check in
And they go to the lab
Who else was put in?
It's hard to keep tab

Who is on which line?
Will you spell that name?
Whose writing is that?
Who will take the blame?

Payments aren't logged
The charts are piled high
Stomach is growling
And the time won't fly

Posting as topical but written in 1987 with a few updates

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