Maintenance Man of the Haunted House
Robert Pollard
All day working
Trying is tiring
That means nothing
To the ceiling
Foundation and wiring
Born on a whim
Whatever happened?
Street signs confuse
But that's by design
From the windows
At the point of intrusion
It can make a real difference
If his head comes out
In the right direction
In the middle of the intersection
And then he goes back in bleeding
To where he began reading
It's his job description