I say it happens often
just to show you how sick I am,
but this doesn’t happen often:
I was having a decent day,
but suddenly lost
in the middle of a field
called an ocean,
And all of the pipes started bursting,
I mean blowing up, and spewing sewage
broken pipes and stuff, liquid fog balloons going
all around my insides in chaotic frenzy.
If this happened at my place,
I would walk down the ice-covered
streets, homeless again, lacking a soul
with carpet that has the stale flooded smell.
But it happened at work, and I say pull
yourself together, son.
you work for a living, so don’t
worry about the floods of agony.