Doctor Appointment

Arriving early for an appt., this is what went through my mind

Arriving in the valley,
no, not the poor one,
it's the valley of BMW,
Lexus and Bentley.

My car runs just fine,
but, it's old and battered,
it sticks out in this monied place,
like an old, beat up dime.

Inside, the women of means,
shall notice I'm in need of a pedicure;
feminine details that stand out,
in one who is financially lean.

Feeling like I have to watch my P's and Q's,
as I meet with the medical man.
He has the almighty power,
I'm the only one who can lose.

I say the correct lines,
smiling, yet, with a serious tone;
it's the prescribed doctor/patient act,
the one that bonds and binds.

My two new doctors seem to care,
they've certainly helped me so much,
however, in twenty-three years of ill health,
I've learned you have to beware.

To get my medicine of gold,
it's time to go in and see the man,
but, this ritual of step and fetch it,
is getting God damn old!