Plumbers
The faucets are dripping
I get so nervous that I can’t stop shaking
It’s like a cold steel dream
I know you can’t stop it
But it’s the mechanical thing
That scares me.
Drip, drip, drip
Is it really that bad
To bring people into my house
I doubt it
But I can’t stand it any longer
Some thick-legged boy will tell me
It was nothing but a pressure valve.
“Really?” I say.
“Ah yea usually takes two days.
By then you got real troubles.”
What kind of troubles is he talking about?
Cancer, the kututra, the heebie-jeebies?
I simply can’t take it.
He slides under the sink
Mumbles something about a saw
And some plumbers tape
Fifteen minutes later I owe him $143.00.
Now that is some kind of tape.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013
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