I receive them
In my mail box
Weekly like clockwork.
They are the true slave drivers
That keep me working
Day to day.
If I could just stop the flow
Of these demons into my mail box,
I could spend my time
Doing other things.
Instead I am forced
To feed these unwanted brats
That keep appearing
In my mailbox.
I open up their home
Each morning and they
Each yell out:
“Feed Me!”,
And I must
Lest they eat up my
Home, food, car
And everything
Else that I own.