Oh, I hate to wait, I despise it, I do!

I hate waiting in lines, I hate queues upon queues.

At Disneyland? Torture. The airport? A test.

Even the drive-thru puts me under duress!

I tap and I fidget, I grumble, I stew.

The fries take forever—what’s taking them, glue?

I stand in the checkout, behind someone slow,

Who argues with coupons from ages ago.

I hate waiting on hold for a customer call,

When the music loops endlessly, driving me up the wall.

“Your call is important!” they chirp and they lie.

If it’s so darn important, then why must I die?

And oh, the doctor’s office—the ultimate dread.

“Three o’clock,” they told me, but at six, I’m not led.

I’ve read every pamphlet, I’ve Googled my doom,

I’ve started a novel right here in this room.

But today takes the cake, the wait of all waits,

As I sit for a fix for my heart’s shaky state.

It’s a heart that goes rogue, it skips and it flits,

It bounces around like it’s throwing a fit.

“An arrhythmia,” they said, and yes, I agree,

It’s time to fix it—it’s scaring even me!

The doctors are heroes, my nurses? Divine.

I’m grateful for all of their talent and time.

But oh, there’s a strike—what incredible timing.

I support them, I do, but my patience is climbing!

I want to shout, “Solidarity, yes!”

But also, “Could you fix me first? I’m a bit of a mess!”

I pace and I fidget, I groan and I sigh,

As the minutes crawl slowly and the hours slip by.

I hate to wait—yes, I’ve said it before,

But today, oh today, I detest it much more.

Because waiting, you see, is the world’s cruelest prank.

It’s time we all gathered to give it a spank.

No more slow lines, no more holds, no delays!

Let’s speed up this world—it’s stuck in a haze.

But as much as I hate it, I know this is true:

My doctors, my nurses, they know what to do.

And so I will wait (though I’d rather not try),

Because my heart needs a rhythm—not popcorn that flies!

So here’s to the waiters, the ones stuck like me,

Who curse every clock and each slow-moving spree.

We may not enjoy it, but we know in our core,

That some waits are worth it, no matter the chore.