2:00 A.M. Cleanup
The sink drain speaks to you
In a tongue far different from your own
Beep beep,boop bop
You begin to understand their language and soon it becomes your own
The drain communicates with you through sound
While you send it your thoughts and condolences
Help...me. Free…me...free me.
Best of luck to all
Stuck on the... side of the road.
You try to speak back
The spark you two once had
Is no more
You lead your life, and dry your hands
The sink waits
For someone to come back
To help, free...me.