Waiting

hook; i’m in the waiting room waitin’, like a patient who ain’t patient, waitin’ for a doctor to confirm i ain’t sick congratulations. every cough in here contagious, every toddler here outrageous, i’m the only healthy motherfucker but they treat me like the dangerous. yeah, i’m in the waiting room waitin’, while my sanity’s deflatin’, came for one lil’ signature, but somehow this shit’s a nation. bro, i’m in the waiting room waitin’ somebody call salvation, ’cause if i don’t get seen soon, imma diagnose my own frustration. verse; i’m in the lobby bored stiff that’s figurative, not physical, but this dude next to me wheezin’ like he tryin’ to make it literal. magazines outdated one cover say “2020’s invincible,” i laughed so hard inside i damn near caused a secondary clinical. lady sneezed sound bounced off walls like a pistol, had me duckin’ like a fugitive dodgin’ early dismissal. she said “sorry,” i said “bless you,” she said “aww you so civil,” but i sanitized my hands so fast they damn near turned invisible. kid kickin’ my chair like he practicin’ for a prison riot, mom scrollin’ on her phone whole family built on “fuck it, try it.” old man starin’ at me like he judgin’ my entire diet, i blinked twice he flinched twice bro acted like i started violence. nurse call names like a dj droppin’ nothin’ but rejection, mine skipped twice felt like tinder with medical disconnection. i’m tappin’ my foot like percussion out of sheer disaffection, mind racin’ like it stole somethin’ and ran in the room hook; i’m in the waiting room waitin’, like a patient who ain’t patient, waitin’ for a doctor to confirm i ain’t sick congratulations. every cough in here contagious, every toddler here outrageous, i’m the only healthy motherfucker but they treat me like the dangerous. yeah, i’m in the waiting room waitin’, while my sanity’s deflatin’, came for one lil’ signature, but somehow this shit’s a nation. bro, i’m in the waiting room waitin’ somebody call salvation, ’cause if i don’t get seen soon, imma diagnose my own frustration. verse; clipboard thick questions stacked like i’m signin’ up for a cult, “have you fainted?” “you hallucinate?” “you twitch?” insult. i’m healthy swear to god i could outrun a thunderbolt, but they study me like i’m built from chemicals they tryin’ to consult. doctor walk past peekin’ in like he scoutin’ my potential, i wave he ignore me man that disrespect sequential. dude act like my existence is environmental, shine a light in my eyes like he searchin’ for somethin’ parental. my brain spinnin’ circles like a dj fightin’ vinyl, thinkin’ if he touches one more limb i’m goin’ primal. i ain’t sick shit’s accidental, not spinal, yet he ask so many questions i feel part time trial. he check my pulse like he tryin’ to start a rumor, askin’ shit unrelated like “how’s your sense of humor?” “fine,” i said he stare like i’m hidin’ a tumor, then clears me in two seconds man this dude’s a late bloomer. walk out the room with a paper like a veteran with medals, felt like i survived a quest full of demons and devils. twenty minutes of nonsense just to settle the levels, i came in human, came out questionin’ all societal bevels. i swear that waiting room stole time from my lifespan, felt like prison but without the perks or a meal plan. dude next to me coughin’ like he tryna summon a wingspan, i dodged that air current like a ninja with a kickstand. by the time they let me go i felt older than my own conscience, learned patience so advanced it could pass college with honors. i ain’t sick, ain’t frail, ain’t foldin’, ain’t compromised, just traumatized by a waiting room built to industrialize. hook; i’m in the waiting room waitin’, like a patient who ain’t patient, waitin’ for a doctor to confirm i ain’t sick congratulations. every cough in here contagious, every toddler here outrageous, i’m the only healthy motherfucker but they treat me like the dangerous. yeah, i’m in the waiting room waitin’, while my sanity’s deflatin’, came for one lil’ signature, but somehow this shit’s a nation. bro, i’m in the waiting room waitin’ somebody call salvation, ’cause if i don’t get seen soon, imma diagnose my own frustration. i’m in the waiting room waitin’, for a doc who keeps escapin’, came in healthy, left annoyed that’s modern healthcare’s calibration. yeah, i’m in the waiting room waitin’ someone send congratulations, ’cause i just passed the hardest test with zero fuckin’ preparation.