eyes swap faces each minute in a frustrated search
alas the culprits sit among us not as our boredom heightens to level grey
and find new ways to waste our time and save their money from honorary desks far away
Look around do we question ourselves what kind of trick would we play to go next?
Are we honest waiters or would we cut in line if undetected
Forget the others like smiling nobles only when accused quite surly
just to be attended a few minutes earlier?
And the room rolls over with complaint
nothing but pushing buttons on phones our touch screen saints
not to the rescue, a few hopefuls flirt and the rest resigned sigh deep
The security guards try to console the waiters who have other places to be
To no avail as we all grow stale together waiting for our number
To resolve a problem we were there last week to fix yet here again ho hum
Oh bless these fidgeters and attempting go getters when will they ever fold
So we don't get our tax back and bureaucracy can swallow us whole
it seems we will drown before the governments stomach acids consume us
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