Drawing Blood

I'm number 63.
The orange chairs in the waiting room are linked
together. I guess that means the man sitting two seats
down has a connection with me
Perhaps us sickies might go psycho, steal
some ugly-ass chairs, or move them an inch
in the wrong direction.

The red LED's change to 62.
The man two seats down stands up
enters the lab. No revolt here.
We all follow the rules, take our turns.

Sometimes I just wanna take that nurse's needle
stick it through her People magazine
scream I'm a real person.
Sure, I'd be a psycho.

Beats stealing a fucking chair.

by E. M. Soos