the garbage disposal

you hate
when your garbage
disposal
gets clogged up
and won't turn.
it has that low
buzzing noise
that makes you
curse
out loud.
you'd rather
lose a small
toe than
have to push that
little red button,
fish your
hand into that
dark slimy hole
to clean out
whatever nasty
debris won't allow
it to spin.
it's either glass,
or rubbery
calamari,
or something
you inadvertently
flushed down
like a set of
keys.
your trusty long
wooden
spoon is the only
thing that seems
to work short of
calling crazy mike,
your plumber.
you grind the spoon
around like
a butter churn.
again and again.
sometimes the end
of the world
can't come soon
enough.