I checked the mat this morning
To see what had been sent
There was a pile of letters
Waiting for me when I went
One offered me a loan
Two offered credit cards
One was letter from a gas company
Offering me kind regards
And asking if I was happy
With the service I currently get
From my current gas provider
And another asking me to bet
With their on-line gambling web-site
And another one promoting a car
Two from restaurants, one from a gym
And one from a local sports bar
Not one piece of mail that I wanted
Nothing there that I would like
I really must say I wait for the day
That the postmen go back on strike
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