National health as a patronising service and a lesson in institutionalisation.

Here we are again; Waiting!
In the Waiting Room.
That is what you do.
You wait.
In the Waiting Room.
You are unemployed,
Retired, off work, ill.
You have nothing else to do.
So you wait.
In the Waiting Room.
You meet other people.
In the Waiting Room.
People like yourself,
Who wait.
In the Waiting Room.
There are people like yourself
Who have paid national insurance,
All their lives. But now,
They wait,
In the Waiting Room.
People who have paid,
To be patronized by officious,
Doctors, nurses and receptionists.
Who say. “Take a seat,”
In the Waiting Room.
So you wait, patiently.
Meekly patronized, dehumanized.
No longer significant.
And you wait.
In the Waiting Room.

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