Poem: The Waiting Room

Waiting

What is the best way to wait?
Alert and fixated
Gentle and obsessive
All the predators have toothache
They want to chew
Some people to pieces
But their cavities deny them
stuck in a moldering waiting room
With only ever-ripening magazines
To scream at

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