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The motive
The phrase "going postal"
sprung up years ago when
postal workers, unhinged
by the endlessness of the
mail, brought in guns and
blew away their bosses.
The doctors said it was
brought on by the eternal
stream of mail, that there was
no job-well-done satisfaction,
that the letters just kept on
like Chinese water torture.
After digging out my car
for the third time this week,
and having nowhere to put
the newest snow, with more
on the way, I can at least start
to understand the motive.
sprung up years ago when
postal workers, unhinged
by the endlessness of the
mail, brought in guns and
blew away their bosses.
The doctors said it was
brought on by the eternal
stream of mail, that there was
no job-well-done satisfaction,
that the letters just kept on
like Chinese water torture.
After digging out my car
for the third time this week,
and having nowhere to put
the newest snow, with more
on the way, I can at least start
to understand the motive.
Published 31st Jan 2011
| Edited 2nd Feb 2011
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Anonymous
5th Apr 2011 00:14am
An entertaining poem which is never too dark or too whimsical, but nicely, pleasantly observant, touching on madness with a sure elegance and relating it to everyday life with finesse.
6th Apr 2011 2:46am
Thanks - it was something that came to mind in between swears directed at Mother Nature as I dug out my car. I liked it as a little off-the-cuff quip, and figured I'd put it in text and see what it looked like.
