It said be early for your slot ,
The ships run tight round here,
The doctor he\'s a busy man ,
,There\'s plenty want his ear,
But by my watch an hours past ,
And now my bums gone numb,
I\'ve slowly lost the will to live,
Forgotten why I\'ve come,
The heatings high, I don\'t know why
I\'m sweating like a pig,
Free waters there but there\'s no cups,
No liquids for the sick ,
And past me there\'s a steady flow, of doctors going home,
I feel like standing shouting out,
I\'m not a garden gnome ,
Because I sit here staring straight
And have a sore red nose
Can someone please just call my name ,
So I can get off home .