Gone Postal

My Friend mailed a package to me 3 weeks ago.

I wonder what it is?  and I wonder if I'll ever know?

I've been waiting for this way to long, and they don't even care.

To them I'm just a mailbox with no opinion or a mind.

This suede Postal Service, is controlling my own everyday.

Everything minus the air I breathe, the freedom that I've learned to loose.

They carry my own tax returns

and the bills I've come to pay.

We must destroy this empire and free us from our everyday.

All that I'm asking is for a decent time

and never wait for my TV guide.

I wonder if I'll ever know,

what's inside and will it show?

But I dare not call them or harass them

Because they have all Gone Postal

Back in the day, horses were the only way

Slow?  yes! buy efficient.

With personal care and fragile

There were never any ad's to see

Anthrax was unheard of.

Just a nice young man with a horse named Ed

to greet you with a smiling face.