Don’t look at me.
The bulb busted last night
and now, one day later,

it’s happened again.
A fluke? No, do you really need
to call an electrician?

Faulty wiring, maybe,
or coincidence, an oddity,
rare but possible, like

a win on the lottery.
You ******* in the new one,
a white wink, then death.

Could be a sign mate.
Doesn’t want to be fixed,
no quick hurrah, no donation of light.