The er is like a extension from hell.

The place where the sick, deranged, and odd dwell.

They keep you for hours against your well.

All the while saying, "we are so sorry your feeling ill."

Yet still they run every test known to man  wracking up the bill.

Hellish in everyway possible.

After poking, prodding, and questions from A to Z.

Let's run one more test to find out what it can be.

They call you to the back.

You think finally, I'll be seen and on my way.

But no here you sit, fidgeting as they prolong what should be a brief stay.

They pop in exclaiming, "the Dr. Should be on his way to you shortly."

The ER has now devoured the hours of your day.

Finally they announce you just need a simple pill.

Again "we are so sorry to hear your ill."

The procedure of going home is finally underway.

Let's keep you another hour to print out the papers that say your good to go.

Than comes registration to make sure you have insurance to pay.

At last you get the okay to be on your way.

A typical stay when you visit the ER.

This is why I shall always say, it's a extension from hell.

The place where sick, deranged and odd dwell.

You sprint to your car, breathing in fresh air.

Probably scaring the few outside still trapped in the confinement of the emergency room hell.

You think freedom at last.

Than you see the line in pharmacy.

Thinking to yourself with your paper clutched in hand.

A free pass to stand in a everlasting line of covid and coughs.

Wishing you had a hazmat suit or a bat, to swing if people come to near.

But have no fear, lysol, hand sanitizer, and mask will help keep all the cooties at bay.

My visit to the ER!

How was your day?

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