Slow Wait

They turn the wheel
And force it out
They break down
Sell us our medicine
Drag us in
Terrified

Your turn to celebrate
My nausea’s so ingrained
My skin is crawling

I hear your full complaint
Write it up in sordid fate
My skin is crawling

They turn away
And focus on
Their red lines
Fed us our medicine
Head us in
Verified

Your turn to celebrate
My nausea’s so ingrained
My skin is crawling

I hear your full complaint
Write it up in sordid fate
My skin is crawling