Sitting in the waiting room
Waiting for the call.
There's lots of others waiting here
That don't look well at all.
I'm feeling a bit better now,
And not as bad as him.
He looks like he's not long to go
Before ending in the bin.
You mustn't make eye contact,
It's not the thing to do.
The others are all wondering,
What is wrong with you.
That's because you look quite fit,
Your ailment doesn't show
Best to have a little cough,
Just to let them know.
At last the 'next one' buzzer goes
And I hobble to the door.
I'm off the see the doctor,
I've forgotten now what for!