I’m told they can’t repair my internet
as long as there is scaffolding out front.
Of course that doesn’t settle my upset
(no splice available, no splint or shunt?).
But what’s the point in voicing gripe or grunt?
There’s no one to appeal to or cajole.
I have to wait for others. To be blunt,
the situation’s out of my control.


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