U.S. MAIL
I wouldn't come down with a fever
if I were you - there's something
going around. A definite sort of
malaise I want no part of. These
people seem to cough at will. I
can feel lost and sick already, as
in some brash Ikea treadway with
arrows on the floor, a few small
pencils scattered around, and those
silly fabric rulers they give away
for free. No wonder disease is
rampant. Lamps, and dressers,
mirrors and chests of drawers.
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Next Tuesday is the 10th already.
Gosh then, what should we do
before that? Pay this back or go
deeper in dept? Every time I turn
around, already there's another
bill in the box to pay. God I hate
the U.S. Mail.
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