His gasket blew.
He was running fine,
hoisting his body to work every morning,
bending at the waist and
reaching above his head,
until wham!
A transmission slipped
along his spine,
a deteriorated disc
caked with rust
finally skidded
to a stop.
It took every doctor
to check under the hood,
to bleed his brakes,
to test his fluids with a dipstick.
But they finally
built him back up
and all it took
were the right parts.
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