Hell will be a waiting room You’re sitting in an uncomfortable chair With dingy magazines five months old The couples on the covers have split Someone has already torn out the coupons, filled in the quizzes and crosswords Twelve letters across another word for your damnation? The answer scrawled out in red ink Anticipation Waiting for the news that is never going to come Waiting That anticipation is worse than the diagnoses You could have five months to live this afterlife Five weeks Five hours You could drop undead in the middle of that waiting room Where no one would do a ******* thing Because God doesn’t dwell down here Here the devil is king And then it begins again A different waiting room The same dingy magazines Except this one smells like a dentist’s office You’ll just sit Wait The walls read If you have been waiting more than fifteen minutes please notify the receptionist Alert staff if you are experiencing flu-like symptoms HAIL SATAN Thank you for not smoking No smoking No talking No texting tweeting or reading Waiting Just Waiting In this ***** dusty hell of a room Please take a seat A nurse will call you to the back shortly
I would really appreciate any feedback on this poem. It's for a class I'm in.