Sitting in a waiting room,
Waiting for my turn.
Stuffed up in my sinuses
Feeling like a turd.
Hoping I don’t have to take
Yucky cough medicine.
Maybe they’ll cut me a break,
Make the mucus thin.
Probably have to get
An antibiotic.
Boy, the time is ticking now.
Wish I had some music.
I wonder if all the people
In this room right here
Have a cold like mine
Or maybe worse, I fear.
Hopefully I won’t have to wait
Too much longer now.
My time is coming soon.
I don’t have to frown.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 