The *NHS Song

There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live

And no wonder our paths come to cross

You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell

Each time my health is at loss

You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet

But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because

I am loosing terrain you drive me insane

And I don't know the name of your boss

Your  system has crashed your words come out mashed

My story – I say it again

But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone

and my patience’s being washed down the drain

My lips turning pale you’re biting your nail

I just need my prescription, I’m sore

You smile with a smile, I repeat for a while

Everything that I told you before

You click and you stare at the screen I don’t dare

To look for the fear that you’re wrong

I can not buy time even for this crime

But tonight (oh, boy, this is so worth breaking a rhyme)  you’ll be blown on my blog

There’s a fire alarm and you say with a charm

'Please leave the premesis now'

I’ll be damned if I go, all I need is to know

Are you stupid or simply a cow

We part and I leave you wave and I grieve

For they won’t let me kill on the spot

And all I can do is wait a day or two

‘Till Tuesday is better' you thought

~

This saga was mine, I bet my last dime

That the papers will take them to pieces

The name of the story, for such fame and and such glory:

NHS – Hope is for sissies

NHS = National Health Service

Note: This poem is based on a true story and is aiming to reveal the impotence of a failing system.