Waiting 2.0 by Stephen Martin

Sometimes the waiting is the worst
You see the lighted end
But you’re stuck in the middle of it
You’re stuck singing about it!

Then, it all stops
And a large symbol of some sort
Drags its beleaguered ass out of a trollop’s nest
& transfix’s an audience of brats
The brats dictate everything
They impale critical thought on a pick-axe
They don’t want to know nuthin ‘bout nuthin.
They just stuck good!

So, me thinks me think too much
& act too little.

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