The Mechanic Poem by Stephen Howard

You were standing there answering questions about your truck
I was sitting down looking for questions to ask you later
he kept asking you question for which you had no answers
'How many miles does it have on it? '
'O I don't know'
'What year is it'
'Like a 92 or 93 I cant remember'
He shifted across the counter taking a deep breath
'Is it a four a five cylinder? '
'Uhhh I have no clue' Laughing with a smile on your face
He smiled right back
'You are the weakest link. GOODBYE! '
He looked at me waiting for me to replace you at the counter
And i just sat there.
letting him rape you with questions.