This poem is not about plumbing
And I didn’t write it
Yeah these pipes are way old, they aren’t in too good-a-shape
The plumber remoted while hacking up a lung
yeah, the other one starts, there’s probably some gunk in your pipes
Yeah, a smutz in your pipe is probably the problem, hey grab me the Allen
The Allen or the monkey?
yeah, well you see these valves are just way old, probably got some gunk in `em
there is no word for this blackness the dark shores of water in my pipes
go turn off the water would ya?
yeah (he says handing afformentioned wrenches to) you think the valve is shot, we
oughta get him a new one that’s what I thought, again he coughs
well we’ll, more coughing, you just grab the, more coughing, shit, yeah
the room in the corner in the back
yeah the one where we sealed up that sewage pipe the other day, or this morning yeah
switch off the water
yeah big red handle, hey this building is old see but these valves is all new, lets just say poor design
to be polite to the pipes yes lets just say that, and not scream my shower is too fucking ice cold
well they put in all new ones all around this building but yeah, hey we mighta just got lucky
a good sign the water spurts to life, a spurt or warm jet of water, this is a goodness among things
well shit, I’ll go get him, just a
its unlocked
ok I’ll be right back
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