Here I sit dressed and ready
Like so many times before.
Waiting oh, so patiently
For someone to appear.
Maybe I should go ahead and
Just walk out that door, or
Maybe I should get a cattle prod
To get your butt in gear.
Are we destined once again
To make our entrance late?
Burdened with apology as
We walk through the door.
Is it karma? Destiny?
Or is it simply fate
That wears as thin as onion skin
And smells down to the core?
Just once if you would still my fears
‘Twould make my nerves unsteady,
Were I the one to come downstairs
And find you dressed and ready.
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