An old man, I have rugs on rugs,
the ones on top to protect the ones below
from my constant pacing. Impatience tugs
me through my house until I go,
how did my wife used to put it? Haywire.
I am always coming to the end
of a knock-knock joke where no one’s there.
No one who?
But who am I kidding? I am not that old.
An agent from Health Insurance came
knocking. He looked at all my rugs and told
me that I would have no one to blame
but myself if I tripped and bashed my head
on the furniture. No one. That’s what he said.