I Cannot Fix The Kitchen Sink.
I cannot fix the kitchen sink.
Though I think, and think, and think
no amount of plunging
will from the mouth of the drain release
masses of clumped-up burnt food, old
refuse, biodegradable matter, glass shattered;
and though it reeks, it reeks, it reeks
(cometh forth from the sink)
no amount of RotoRoter can release
the smell trap from the frothy deep,
because I, unfortunately, cannot fix the kitchen sink.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: work