Knock, Knock, Knock (Part 2)

No justice to be found,
by the man at the door.
She'd never give in,
as she hasn't before.

Several minutes went by,
and the knocking continued,
Would he ever give up?
Would this nonsense continue?

Soapy and clean,
I joyfully rinsed,
til no bubbles were left
and my hair smelled of mints.

I picked up my towel,
holding it tight,
I returned to the door,
to see nothing in sight.

She won yet again,
their efforts had failed,
trying to collect from
someone stubborn as nails.

I know they'll return,
the question is when,
maybe they'll catch her,
and actually win.

Regardless I wonder,
the man she lived with,
is missing in action,
after throwing a fit.

Screaming and pleading,
he was taken away,
blue lights were flashing,
just down the way.

Since that night,
that man comes a knocking,
for lack of payment,
collections or something.

"Oh well," I mutter,
and towel dry off.
I'm feeling all clean,
so I'll finish this off.