i'm in your waiting room
with the carpet fresh, the daily news
the fish tank, the country blues
trash magazine and raffled cruises
it's tuesday morning
and i skipped school
to pee in a cup
to show you my bruises
where life beat me up
i'm fat lipped and toothless
i'm dried up blood-
a victim of ruthless
i'm under the clock
in a cookie cutter chair
while you're scoping out throats
and brushing back hair
i'm tapping on the clipboard
to fred astair
mam sit right there
the doctor will see you
the doctor will care
his power's unchartable
his medicine rare
but i have yet to see you
you haven't touched or shared
with your alien instruments
with your truth and dare
petals unopened
rash never flared
a waiting room fixture
an unanwered prayer
