My Lawnmower.

My Lawnmower is a piece of shit,
It hurts my back when I push it.

It smokes and groans,
It stalls and dies.
I can cut grass,
But only 2 inches high.

The wheels? They wobble.
The throttle? It's stuck.
It looks like it's been hit by a truck.
I want to chuck it over a cliff -
I'd do it too, but my back is stiff.

I yank the cord to get it to start.
If I pull any harder I'll rupture my heart.
I curse and I swear,
I sound like a sailor.
In a sea of grass,
My lawnmower? Failure.

I'll get a new one,
I will, someday.
But until then,
This piece of shit stays.



Later.