Queue Poem by Gary Diamond

It's a curious word all right.
The single letter pronounced the same as the five letter word.
But we all know what it means.
Yes we all know what it means, either way.

Seems like we're always waiting somewhere for something.
Huffing and puffing and laughing while queueing.
And right there's another thing
Why don't they hire someone to entertain us
Or a television to throw adverts back at us.
You have to grow the brand.

Once I was so deep into the queue that a wrote a whole song
I needed no instrument or paper for words
I just receded into my mind for a while
And when I was done writing, I was nearly
Head of the queue.

Being head of the queue or nearly
Is the expectation's highest point.
We can finally relax - not that we should have been stressed at all.
We can get this mundane little chore off our schedule
And go grab a coffee or a pizza, freshly baked.
Eating it, watching the trains go by.

Maybe it's a progress bar
Or a number on an electronic sign.
We all know what it means
And we shouldn't be doing it.