Mail Makes Me Cringe

I invited someone over and they
decided to bring my mail in for me,
talk about trying to mess up my day,
I turned them around and told them to
put it back, I made them stuff that
crap back in the box and told them
to call me next week. They gave me
an odd look and I shut the door then
they left.

Mail is negativity. I don't need it,
I don't read it, except on Mondays,
always only bills. I hate bills.
Mail always wants my money


Mail hasn't been cool for me since I won
a contest that was advertised in the
back of a comic book. I got something
notifying me that I won a backpack
and other stuff that fit inside,
so for the next fucking year I stalked
the mailbox all I could think about was
that damn backpack and all the treasure
that was most likely inside, well the day
came when a manilla envelope with my
name on it arrived, I opened it to find
my prize, which consisted of what I can only descibe as a paper backpack it was
in something the size of a cigarette pack
and unfolded into some sort of bag
thing. Then the stuff that went inside
was a five pack of markers and coloring
pages. Almost 11 mths. For that.
Eat a dick. Worst day of my childhood
all that time wasted dreaming about
some super cool awesome no one
else is gonna have backpack.
Never entered one of those contest
again either.

Mail, the big disappointment.