Waiting rooms

Sitting in the waiting room

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 .