I Watch Postman Pat Poem by Saul Palti

There a letter coming through my door
signed by the highest esteem
I sit and wait by the post box eager and clean
the first of many and many more

I get a check once every month
posted straight to my luxury address
with pain sorrow and detest
for being last in class and crowned a dunce

I must cost the tax payer a fortune
its the least of my concerns
I am fit and am able to learn
but just want to be lonely and alone

how a highway does not flow for me
the desert rats are blown away
just another boring lacklustre day
while I sit patently and forever free