For a while there I stood knee deep in shit
unclogging sewer drains for
thirty-nine- ninety-five plus tax.
Drank myself silly every Friday night
to forget the whole ordeal.
For a while there I was the Roto Rooter man;
well anyway the assistant to the Roto Rooter man.
Who at a drop of a hat, would have me on my knees
sticking my arm down a drain pipe, hoping to grab
some kotex over wrapped in toilet paper!
Yeah I think you get the drift here.
For a while there no one questioned why on Friday nights
I’d get so drunk I couldn’t remember my name; let alone
what I did for a living.
A contest entry
- tell me the pain/pleasure of your life. by black-phenoqu.
995 points, ended July 17, 69 entries
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Comments
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thanks for entering this. it has a different pov than the others. i like that.
this kind of reminds me of the play "the glass menagerie". have you seen it? this sounds like something the brother would write, only different job. -
Have nothing to say except...
I liked it
Good work once again
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