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Never mind about the dirty pipes
If I said something before about the plumbing
Well, please, kindly disregard any such concern.
I won’t bring it up, if it comes up
I’ll waive it away

For though there is some problem with the drains
It really really ruins
My peace of mind taking it from behind
Hard up against the wall, wet

Having to think about fungus spores
Gore-green, mustered in flakes shaken loose
Or clotting your nails, and the hairball smells
When pipes come apart.

And I for one am running just fine now
Everything is going in like it needs to
The knobs just need a good hard twist--yes
Just keep that hard tool pumping now--oh.

There’s Adele down the hall:
Three months before when the compactor panicked
She put everything back in its proper whirr
For an hour’s ride on her vibrating plastic prick.

So please, don’t think of it
My pipes, you see, are very well tapped
Everything runs so very very smooth now yeah
Though I‘m sure-- oh fuck-- I never hinted otherwise.

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