Friday, April 15, 2016

8037. EXIT THE POSTMAN

EXIT THE POSTMAN
Fires flame where they flag the earth,
nuclear holocaust, now what's that worth.
Oh well, where should I put the stamp?
Not in the corner if there are no corners
left. The surveyor came by today with
his ball and chain, muttering as he was
about limits and documentation. 'I want
none of that, and leave here now!' I tried
saying more, but even if I said 'Get off of
my property!', he's the guy defining the
property, so how could I ever win?

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