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Sitting in a waiting room with twenty other men, All waiting for the good doctor to come; and then, I notice, we’ve been waiting for half an hour; Some worried sick, just sitting with no power To help themselves or others in the room; Just waiting; and although there’s no more room, Another one enters. No! Sorry! A pair; Yes! Most people come with companions who care; Or, pretend to care, and seek relief here. They say, “He’s always late. He has nothing to fear! He is the great doctor!” But why is he late?! Is he watching? Is he smiling at our fate? Or, is he sleeping with some pretty goddess? When are you going to come Mr. Flawless?! Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right; but if I’m right, We are all waiting for him to *** right?! Forget it. This room makes illusions shatter; All helpless, no relief; but, does it matter?
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
The Waiting Room
Sitting in a waiting room with twenty other men, All waiting for the good doctor to come; and then, I notice, we’ve been waiting for half an hour; Some worried sick, just sitting with no power To help themselves or others in the room; Just waiting; and although there’s no more room, Another one enters. No! Sorry! A pair; Yes! Most people come with companions who care; Or, pretend to care, and seek relief here. They say, “He’s always late. He has nothing to fear! He is the great doctor!” But why is he late?! Is he watching? Is he smiling at our fate? Or, is he sleeping with some pretty goddess? When are you going to come Mr. Flawless?! Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m right; but if I’m right, We are all waiting for him to *** right?! Forget it. This room makes illusions shatter; All helpless, no relief; but, does it matter?
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
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