Hoover
You suck!
Don’t tell me that is fact,
you know what I mean.
You suck!
And of all the days when I need
you to be on top form
and you to suck.
And what are you doing,
lying there in a cloud of dust,
with no suck.
You are like an iguana in the sun,
sitting, doing nothing, waiting.
You suck!
Well, if you are waiting for me,
I’m clueless
as to why you’ve no suck
and your manual has long gone.
It seems that I suck too.
Don’t tell me that is fact,
you know what I mean.
You suck!
And of all the days when I need
you to be on top form
and you to suck.
And what are you doing,
lying there in a cloud of dust,
with no suck.
You are like an iguana in the sun,
sitting, doing nothing, waiting.
You suck!
Well, if you are waiting for me,
I’m clueless
as to why you’ve no suck
and your manual has long gone.
It seems that I suck too.
This poem is copyright (©) Jill Vance 2026
About the Writer
Jill Vance
Jill Vance is a poet and interdisciplinary artist. Her poems have appeared in Truth Serum Press, Pure Slush and Green Ink Poetry. She hopes one day to have a pamphlet published of poetry and artwork.
