Shit, this might be it.
We'll see.
After dawn,
the morning comes
to shine bright light
upon your door's front.
Some dorks might say,
"What kinda shit is this?"
and they'd be right,
but they can suck it.
I could've said,
'light shines so bright
after morn's dawn,' but
then I'd be bound
by Hell's law
to follow up
with some drivel
like, "like Baby's breath
on your front lawn,"
(or some other spittle.)
[Bonus rhyme, eh!]
So, forgive me, but
I'm not doing all that.
Here's what I think,
and let's leave it at that.
I did not run
from life's mistakes
instead I've done
whatever it takes
to do what's right
and just and fair...
all qualities found
in derrieres...
Although I am
misunderstood,
it sure made sense
in my postal redbook.
I'm breaking free
'cuz my time has come
I can't believe
what (in-the-world!) I've done.
I've felt the burn
of a thousand suns
as they descended from
searing breath of mgmt.
I used to commute
three hours a day
to carry among gunshots
for an 8-hour day.
You think I'm lying
but I'm really not,
I can't believe
I didn't get shot.
I wish I could
be a Postie's Man,
for what it entails
defies my travails.
I'm just The Man
because of a plan
to swallow the shit
and sidestep the demands.
I played the long game,
five-year sin my hand...
traveling all over
this beautiful land.
I ne'er sought to
miss play dates
'cuz missin' the fam
will always frustrate.
I did the do
what you have to
do, play the game
and remain sane.
That'd be a lie,
I must confess,
'cuz my fam's best,
but I digress.
How'er I just
wanna say,
"My wife is right,
and so are the kids,"
So you can suck it
if you don't like it
that I drive so slow
and walk so fast
to deliver mail
hear and their...
it's been fun
I had a blast.
I can't believe
the miracles that,
that, I achieved
both far and near.
From strutting here
and swaying there,
I've finally found
my sense of where.
I ultimately did
what I had to do
to get close to family
who justly understood.
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