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For What

V6-WILD

I called at nine Got put on hold A tinny voice said Please don’t go Then three more transfers One more form Can you repeat Your date of birth I spelled my name Into the storm They found a slot Two Tuesdays out Be here at eight And don’t be late I hung up with A confirmation And a knot I couldn’t shake Now every days A countdown clock Every little ache gets loud I’m trying not to worry While the worry’s Talking proud I got there early I did my part Sat with a paper number And a racing heart The clock kept dragging The minutes turned gray The doctor was An hour late anyway They say well be Right with you like times free Like I dont have A life waiting on me Then two weeks later A bill in the mail I stare at the total And asked…for what The alarm went off Before the sun I pulled on clothes And stumbled out The waiting room Was full of coughs And magazines From years ago I checked the clock Checked it again Kept listening For my name At last a nurse Waved me through Took my pulse Then said wait there Four white walls A table a chair A little paper Crinkling beneath me That room was barely Big enough for all The time they left me I got there early I did my part Sat with a paper number And a racing heart The clock kept dragging The minutes turned gray The doctor was An hour late anyway They say we’ll be right With you like times free Like I dont have a Life waiting on me Then two weeks later A bill in the mail I stare at the total And ask…for what The door swings wide The doctor’s in a rush Eyes on the chart Not looking up Where does it hurt How long’s it been Click click typing… Then we’re done again I had a question Maybe two or three But they’re already halfway Down the hall I walk back out with My thoughts all tangled Trying to remember What I came there for I got there early I did my part Waited through the morning With a weary heart An hour behind Then a visit so brief A handful of questions And no relief You kept me waiting Then hurried me through Now the bill says I owe you too Two weeks later There it is in black I look at the number And ask…for what For the waiting the rushing The room and the clock I showed up on time So what did I get A bill for the visit I can barely recall And one last question For What…