O Why Am I Waiting So Long? (July 30th,2020) Poem by DM W

Waiting for my car to get fixed is like
Waiting for paint to dry: that is no lie!
O I have taken it in many times
And new problems emerge: what a surprise!
Please God let those cretins sort it out soon,
Or tonight I'll be howling at the moon!
If I were mechanically minded,
I'd fix it myself. I'm being robbed blind!
I guess they know that I haven't a clue
About cars. Well yes, that is sadly true.
Perhaps, when one of those ignorant chaps
Requires extra help with English and Maths,
I'll get my revenge. I'll charge them double
The rate by the hour. They'll be in trouble
When I keep them at such a low level;
They won't pass their exams. If they quibble
About it, I'll just remind them smugly
About my car and, ever so slowly,
Take back every single hard earned penny
Of my ' stolen' money...and suddenly
Things, for them at least, won't seem so funny.
Rough justice perhaps. Yet it speaks to me!
Because waiting for so long makes me mad,
And there is nothing worse than being had!