It hasn't been serviced for years, this dishwasher.
It sprays water from it's front
Chews up plates
Spits them out.
Causes suds to cover linoleum
Like it's fun or something
But it's not.
Because I have to clean it up.
And I cut my foot open.
Its bleeding alot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem