The Mail Speaks
A Poem about Mail Manipulation
Every household, needs me
politicians , don’t you see
for letters, meds, and packages too
to much restrictions you do
making rules, stops me in my track
you are stressing me, too many lack
the elderly who need their meds
halted, legally your actions led
into the post office I daily dived
at home, business, can’t arrive
with stamps in place, ready to go
found myself stuck high and low
too many hurt when I don’t arrive
some maybe dying as I strive
leave me alone, and let all be
hurting to many don’t you see
your rules are for your foolish gain
I just want to be delivered just the same
to many are hurt, my decree
no delivery hurts, don’t you see
politicians, you get your mail
because of you, others I have failed
allow me to flow free
this is not how it was designed to be
Arrived in the post office, to continue the way
uninterrupted delivery each an every day
get your votes the right way
leave the mail alone, let it lay
to arrive, as intended
I suffocate at the thought
my trips will be stopped
from too many at the very top
let me go, let me be free
upon delivery, many will glee.
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