The Evil of the Waitingroom

In every waiting room,
A man will find,
He has little to do,
For an evil has been done,
To force him to,
Look inside ,
Those awful women’s magazines.

Be it the dentists,
Doctors,
Or a councillors waiting room,
Be it for business,
Be it pleasure,
You will never find,
A manly waiting room.

Some evil has made it so,
Every male will sit bored,
Or be forced,
To look at fashion,
Six months out of date,
What to eat this summer gone,
To keep that slimmer figure.

Who could do so bad a thing?
Sure a very sick mind,
To torture all mankind,
Though you don't need to look far,
For it has to be,
That woman behind the desk,
That smiles so sweetly as you enter.

Behind her smile,
Sits this evil plan,
To bring down man,
By driving him mad,
Through devious means,
Make men know,
That women are truly in command.

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Where ever you go you will meet,
The happy group that will greet,
Strangers are their favoured meat,
For then they can show how they're good,
How friendly and utterly perfect,
Everyone loves the greeting crowd.

The hangers back are distrusted,
What do they have to hide?
Why so unfriendly?
Yet all they want is to have some peace,
A quiet place to rest,
But few will ever trust them for it.

We turn our back to the roughly dressed,
Will conned by the sweetly talking politcian,
Pay over the odds for a smile,
Whilst we lift the phone to imprison the tramp,
Mud and dirt is no longer honest,
While the well dressed lie in most acceptable.

Parliament is hung,
Now the politicians fight,
To see how will be,
The fattest cat.

What changes it will bring,
Only the clock shall say,
But not just yet,
As the cat has yet to have its cream.

And so will we see a fairer system,
Or will it all be just,
A revisit to the past,
Of a frustrating time.

Shall we see a change to the system,
Maybe not just yet,
As the choir will need to cry it down,
Deny that they promised change.

They'll meow their excuse,
When it all goes wrong,
Purr their content,
When they get away with it.

The voters will be to blame,
They'll say for the mess,
Yet it will be them that take credit,
For making it work if they can.

After they have it settled,
We'll still struggle,
As they get vote their wage pay rise,
whilst cutting us to the bone.

So no change will be seen,
As history will record,
As they push us down,
And make themselves that bit richer.

In our mind eye,
We still see,
Those that have long since past,
And can only now live,
In our minds,
Where they're smiles are still bright,
Laughter loudly bubbling,
To the music we knew.

A smell like a trigger to the brain,
Firing images,
Sound,
Of those cheerful days,
Of youth and energy,
Of first kisses and party nights.
So sweet it is,
That sugary time.

Too soon,
The now pushes in,
Driving back the faces you knew,
Their tender voice but a whisper now,
Trapped inside your mind,
Only reachable in small flashes,
As the day passes,
Bringing us one day closer to our reunion.

Young lover on a street corner,
Lost in the Garden of Eden,
Filled with the blissful embrace,
Where only they exist,
As if they were the first,
Joined in one knowledge,
That their love is true,
And will last for an age,
To span the life of creation,
Never ending,
To soon they must part,
Home calls for their return,
Family awaiting,
Parents believing,
It's a passing phase,
Though the lovers know,
The wrong of their words,
For the love they feel,
Is truly unbreakable,
No time is needed,
For the lovers have all the answers,
The beating of their hearts,
To strong,
When alone,
Parted for a moments breath,
The yearning swallows,
Leaving a hole where the other should be,
Until they are once more,
Reunited in that garden,
Where only love is found.

I do these for fun but if others wish to comment that is kind of them. So I shall leave it to your greater wisdom to decide where these would best be place.

Season of the heart,
Pass like the weather,
Sometimes the sky is fair,
Though too often we find,
Clouds forming,
Storms chasing,
The wind lifting the flames,
Of the new love.

Dispair crashes,
Like waves on a beach,
Or rocks struggling,
To stand the onslaught.

Dispair falls like a winter,
Cold and bitter,
Freezing reason,
Icing over you soul,
Till your only thoughts,
Travelling down a slalom,
Too quick to comprehend,
An avalanche coming behind.

Only the shift of season,
To save you,
Preserve you,
For a fairer day.

When gentle breezes play,
Softly through the leaves,
Clearing the mind of all doubt,
As the warmth caresses your being,
Reasuring you,
That your journey is going well,
Taking you along lifes highway,
Ever feeling the season of the soul

Seasons of the heart,
Passes like the weather.
Sometimes the sky is fair,
Though too often we find,
Clouds forming,
Storms chasing;
The wind lifting the flames,
Of the new love.

Despair crashes,
Like waves on a beach,
Or rocks struggling
To stand the onslaught.

Anguish falls like a winter,
Cold and bitter;
Freezing reason,
Icing over your soul.
Till your only thoughts,
Travelling down a slalom,
Too quick to comprehend;
An avalanche coming behind.

Only the shift of season
To save you,
Preserve you,
For a fairer day.

When gentle breezes play,
Softly through the leaves,
Clearing the mind of all doubt,
As the warmth caresses your being,
Reasuring you,
That your journey is going well,
Taking you along life's highway,
Ever feeling the season of the soul.

Bones rubbing;
Joint swelling.
Raising the fire,
To burn ever upwards
Into your brain.

Bloated hands, useless.
Painkillers, a joke.
Doctors tut,
And offer the same advice;
Pills.

Hobbies, a memory.
As the day to day
Is hard enough.
The touch of the shopping bag,
Hard to grip.

Hide the truth from the ones you love.
Don't let them see,
How useless you've become.
Hold onto to that little bit of control,
For the sake of pride.

And tomorrow,
It may be better,
The swelling gone.
Then maybe,
The shopping can be done.