I'm without rest .
The new refrigerator is as battered as I am.
The plumbing limps along
spilling through my neighbor's ceiling or onto my floor.
More importantly
a lie just will not quit giving away
pieces of itself,
such as
badly injured tiles
or
a deep sewage hole full of debri.
You can see the roach eggs
under the knawed chipwood sink,
hear 200 euro doors slammed
as your neighbors
behind much cheaper portals
find leaks and sorrow.
Next, he gallantly said,
I'll take a stand,
demand to speak with
o senhor seguros instead.
