Cherilyn Fry Poet Rhyme

Going On a 15

I'm going on a 15
she muttered
as the phones were ringing
and clients lined in a queue were singing
out to be seen
sooner than later

non stop action has this place on the run
faxes flying in
somebody walking in tippled on gin
o good heavens
what a state we're in

we never rest here
always something going on
somebody crying out for methadone
and look here
I've just ripped out my headgear
cannot answer the phone
not easy being just another drone...

I'm going on a 15
her voice crackled as she spoke
and still the place fills up by all sorts of folk
I think
hope the 15 is enough
come back better
come back tough.

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