I cheated when I went to the electrician school.
I don’t know what I’m doing, I am truly a fool.
I always screw up every house that I wire.
When the power is turned on, people scream “Fire!”
I connect 110 volt wires to 220 outlets and 220 to 110.
When people see my work, they never hire me again.
I was foolish when I decided to wire my house too.
As it burned, I realized that it was a stupid thing to do.
I’ve been sued two hundred and fifty times and soon it will be two hundred and fifty-one.
When I rewired a man’s house who had no insurance, he shot me in the ass with a gun.
I have something to say and I’m sure that you’ll agree.
If you want a house that you can keep, don’t hire me.
Poetry
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Wow.
No one looked at the comments or reviews under this guy’s name. None of the court members said hey maybe we should arrest this guy he can’t be legit. They seriously gave him two-hundred and fifty-one times to burn people’s houses to the ground with no severe consequence? And what about the company he worked for? His boss was obviously being overloaded with complaints. This guy could possibly be one of those arsonist serial killers; he could enjoy watching people’s houses go up in flames.
Anyway.
Much like your other poems I found this one “looney,” as in good for the laugh-out-loud book when you get published one day. This one could use a little cleaning up though. It’s great, but there are some words you can change or take out that will make it flow a lot better.