Clock set early I must depart,
Fix my thoughts and where to start,
Clerk asks what's the problem sir,
A disheveled demeanor I have no answer,
You know I've pondered that same question,
Puzzled for weeks a mindless session,
A bedridden youth I have pain everyday,
This tumor of foot can't be kept at bay,
These fleshy protrusions that hang from my sides,
Ache so much I want to cut them off despise,
Or is it of greater concern,
Years of hernias a hole that burn,
Which do I pick for today's exam,
One at a time the county's master plan,
You tell me oh bringer of hope,
What shelf will be brushed to cope,
Have a seat for you will be called,
The hours pass yet the help has stalled,
Maybe if I scream you will hear my voice,
Instead of my pleas fallen deaf no choice,
What does it take for my message to be clear,
Perhaps if I drop dead in this lobby right here
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