STILL HOLDING MY OWN

STILL HOLDING MY OWN There once was a broken sink The repair cost makes me think Much porcelain gone Shards to step upon It’s taking me right to the brink Broken pipes and a dented junction At the time, I felt no compunction As I vented my spleen I had kept it so clean But at least it has limited function The cause of the damage is known To replace it, I might need a loan Collective rage, I am sure Hammers found on the floor But then, I’m still holding my own