By Tom King
So I’m sitting in the lobby in one of those plastic chairs
With the butt-shaped dent in the middle of the seat.
The doc’s got me waiting while they test my blood,
And ruminate over the condition of my arteries.
It’s an appointment. You know that makes it sounds so serious
and final, like some kind of reckoning – which it kinda is.
The doctor is never fully satisfied with my numbers anyway,
So, it works out to be more of a disappointment.
© 2016 by Tom King