The Waiting Room
the sign above the door
reads
waiting room
the room is ordinary
dimly lit
like many rooms
many people with white hair
sit around reading
old magazines
with faded pictures
of past glories
a young woman in a white dress
and white shoes
walks in and takes one away
into a small cell
how do you feel
get undressed
stick out your tongue
stick out your arm
piss in a jar
bend over
get weighted
get dressed
go back into
the waiting room
until we call.
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