Body Work


My car has a scrape along one side

And is scheduled for repair at the body shop

So I spent the last hour trying

To talk to car rental and

Insurance people

On hold with bad music

They must think I have nothing better to do

Than listen to a voice recording

I prepare to leave a message

Only to be advised that the mailbox is full.

I can live with the scrape I suppose

It’s an old car

Still drives fine, just

Send me a postcard when you are free


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