Two rock-jawed old men:
"You don't want a gallon of that."
"Why not?"
"Bad for you."
"Bad?"
"Yes. It causes work."
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Construction Zone
PoetryThere's dirt under my fingernails, sawdust in my hair. I'm proud to say I hammer nails. Install toilets. Hang drywall. Welcome to the construction zone. Note: I've had to "unpublish" a few poems from this collection because they are going to appear...
At the Hardware Store
Two rock-jawed old men:
"You don't want a gallon of that."
"Why not?"
"Bad for you."
"Bad?"
"Yes. It causes work."
