Gridlock
The place is full of people, there isn’t even one space
There’s someone perched on the kiddies stool a look of pain on his face
There’s a wheel chair close by the entrance and a zimmer frame at the door
It’s surgery time at the doctors - its gridlock here for sure
The aquarium, meant to prove calming, is really put in the shade
By the welter of bodies frightening the fish – no wonder they feel afraid
A voice from the ether calls out a name, the patient struggles to rise
In vain she tries to get to the door with panic flooding her eyes
But lo someone emerges and aims for the exit door
Only to be prevented by seven patients more
The receptionist’s tapping her keyboard “The computer’s going down”
A nurse pops her head through the doorway “Where’s your sample Mrs Brown?”
I didn’t feel bad till I came to this place, but I’m feeling decidedly sick
I’m hot and I’m bothered, my blood pressure’s up, I need to escape – quick
But I can’t move, my bottom is wedged, my temperature’s rising higher
So I do the only thing left to me, I shout “The building is on fire!