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She's smacking on bubblegum

reading mainstream media,

Crossed leg kicking listening

to whatever is on her stereo station,

I can see my reflection bounce

off her glass plastic stilletto,

She gives me a smile before

flipping to the next page,

Old man is snoring in the corner

drooling on a more obese mans arm,

The man doesn't care sitting there

it's the most action he'll see till the

next Schwarzenegger scene on TV,

A waiting room is a waste

of everybody's good patience,

We're meant to be out doing more

and not cooped up crying about it,

I look back at lady bubblegum and she's evaporated

into the very thin air apparently,

They must have called the next patient

and where the hell was I when this happened,

I am a slave to the thought of liberty

like it's the cheese in a mouse's maze

or a broken heel for a runway patron,

Pause me there and that's the picture

of my entire generation,

A young man with no purpose waiting

for a doctor to tell him a relation

to death and the awesome power of prayer,

I won't admit to the will of a richer man,

I'd rather throw a brick through his practice window

than stay a slave to this piece of shit machine

I'm quitely debating giving

the world the finger