they call it a lemon,
the car that won't start
ever again
once it's driven off the lot.
new, the sign says, still stuck
to the windshield.
the vacuum that won't
pick up a feather.
the toaster that burns
a slice of bread
every time you pop it down.
the microwave that blows a fuse
when you hit a button.
the lawnmower
leaking oil, catching fire
after one short use.
lemons. even people can be like
that.
they look lovely on the showroom
floor.
but then there's an endless
hell
you're about
to endure.
keep the receipts.
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