The Mail

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Self Poetry

Our neighbors are so stupid; they are obsessed with the mail.
And, most of them belong in jail.
Because a lot of them are smoking pot;
For, they don't care about losing what they've got.
They think they are pretty good sneaks;
Because nobody, on them, squeals and squeaks.
What is better is legal highs;
For that, you don't have to wear a disguise.
But, you can still be arrested for public intoxication;
If there is a little bit of an investigation.
None of it is good for me;
So, I'll just stick to my water, tea, and coffee.
Drinking is so very tempting, but drinking is in vane;
For, it won't erase all of your pain.
All of your problems will stll be here;
With or without drugs or beer.
Sobriety will be good for me;
It will make me the person I want to be!
No one ever gets anything here life-changing in the mail;
So, at this glorious expectation, they all fail!

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