aeron maccloud

Mar 20, 2018 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Waiting rooms prolong the gloom of impending doom

It’s certain to be cancer,
or something I ate,
perhaps the undigested bile
of someone I hate

Mostly it’s the Nazi gnome
his domain his practice
he assumes godlike power
by the hour
demeanour sour.
He treats you like a slacker liar
but I’ve got better things to take
than his unearned ire.

I’m gonna get the prick,
I know where he parks his wheeled penis
slashed tyres and a brake fluid paint job
may just make him consider this

Don’t fuck with me.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Doctors treat our time with contempt while they charge zillions a minute.

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: 2pac, Hecate (Aussie female punk band), Bukowskie, The Romantics, Shakespeare

Comments

fink555

7 years 3 months ago

Wow!

This is definitely expressive. Strong stuff, here.

aeron maccloud

7 years 3 months ago

Thank you!

That was the aim.

aeron maccloud

7 years 2 months ago

Thanks fink

Haven't you ever felt like taking revenge on the arrogant way most doctors treat us? Not just our bodies but making us wait at least half an hour past appointment time.
Healer, heal thy ego.

Geezer

7 years 3 months ago

your rant and the way that you put it together. No real criticisms other than the generalization of doctors and their attitude. But that should be left out of any critique about your work. ~ Geezer..
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aeron maccloud

7 years 2 months ago

No, go for it.

To me what I say is as important as how I say it. Like it says in my signature.
If you disagree with me say so and why.
I'm open to other people's thoughts and to squashing them like bugs in an argument!

valene

7 years 3 months ago

do come in

i'll pull your strings,
you'll bury things
and treasure me the map.
x marks the spot
where you will rot
and I turn on the tap,

cheers!

Best wishes....val.

aeron maccloud

7 years 2 months ago

My strings attached to buried things

are booby traps
snap snap snap
It's you'll be decomposing
while I'm composing
a tribute to your works and wit
which I will check out
forthwith.

valene

7 years 2 months ago

and by the way

methinks this poem you penned
should be sent to a doctor i know
the one who was running way late
causing me too long of a wait
waiting is something i hate.....
so, i left!

weirdelf

7 years 2 months ago

This subject causes me endless irritation too

Have you ever thought of counter-billing? Send the doctor an invoice for your time wasted in the waiting room, and charge it at their hourly rate.
I've done it, with and without strong language and graphic threats of violence, never received a response but it may make them think a bit.