The Cable Guy

a poem by Nikhil Chandhok

If you want,
A connection of the cable.
Ignoring the grant,
Put the money on the table.
Getting that cash,
He will be fresh as a daisy.
Running away in a flash,
Dismisses rumours of being lazy.
The very next week,
He brings the cable wire.
Seeing me lose my temper,
Assured entertainment would set fire.
Connection having been done,
it was time to have some fun.
Switched on the cable,
Only to see T.V’s label.
Unable to watch a football game,
My hands were running cold.
Signal was a bit low,
Only to be later told.
In many ways,
Monthly cable only runs for five days.
Was face to face with fate,
When told about,
The very slight increment in the cable rate.