I’m not that sort of man.

I tried anyway, tools out, lip set straight.

pipes untethered , wet spreading across it all.

I’m not that sort of man.

This liaison held tight by strident moral conviction

Caesar defeated, by holy Roman plumbing

I’m not that sort of man.

U Bends become U turns,

Bravado ends up in the bucket.

 I’m not that sort of man,

but all evidence suggests I am about to pay for one.