Waterless

The faucet lets no water fall.
I’ve turned the handle, signaling the call
For running fluid to emerge from the pipe.
I need this water: I smell quite ripe.

With my head inside the sink,
I awkwardly look into the egress and think;
Overnight, did my pipes freeze?
Shall I beg for water on hands and knees?

I need the water to run free and clear!
I can’t go out! My smell causes fear!
I test other faucets in my home,
With my oily skin, I am all alone.

From the phone book, I get the listing
For the water company who I will be fisting.
I call them up. My anger, they kill,
Because I forgot to pay my bill…

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