Waiting Room

Stiff legged strangers
Trash TV
No eye contact, no dangers
Hey, they got here after me

Out of powdered creamer
coffee charred and weak
Why’d I even get any
This magazine – musty and bleak

What brought you here
It would be interesting to ask
But the rules are very clear
No talking, try to relax

Smells of metal, smells of –
oh, they called me.

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