It’s as terrible as a waiting room 

The whites of eyes staring directly at you  

Slowly driving you mad

It’s worse than that one slow driver

It’s like a sibling trying to annoy you 

Like burning your hand on the stove 

Waiting so impatiently for the sting to go away

Nobody knows why this happens

It’s like bad fashion or that one kid 

that just keeps tappen

Like trying to learn Latin 

This process is slow and just as bad as when

You try to contain yourself from saying Uno

It’s so bad it will drive you crazy like

sitting on a plane next to A Crying baby

left alone with nothing to do like being 

Abandoned by your best friend desperately 

Waiting for them to return

I reset the router starting to become doubter

Just as if i’d lost a part of me

Everything takes hope Just wait patiently 

You may be rewarded I've come to the conclusion

That the router that sits in the attic is unreliable

Slow And sporadic.