Urgent Care Blues

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.

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A Second Birth

Crawl down
Underneath the ground.
Bury yourself,
But don’t make a sound.

Fury follows you
Into the unknown.
It fries your flesh.
It crushes your bones.

You try to escape,
But there is no turning back.
You must keep going
On this dark path.

Can you see
The pain in my eyes?
Can you feel
The one I despise?

It all comes down
To one simple thing:
Will you forgive?
You must cut this string.

It binds you tight
To your inner fears.
It ties you up
In knots through the years.

Trying to live
With all of this hate
Boiling inside you
Will drive you insane.

Cut it all loose!
Set yourself free!
Run from this place,
And you will feel glee.

You must tear the truth
From all of these lies.
You must face it now,
You must stop the cries

Of the poor
And the needy.
The world never dies,
Degree by degree.

But instead we will sigh
And forget all our hurts,
Our cold isolation,
A second birth.