by T.C Leonard

Created on: November 01, 2009

"What's the Zip Code Down There?"

I have a feeling, there's mail in hell,

To some un-Godly extent

I deliver it here; I'll be doing it there-

Unless I can somehow repent!

A lifetime in rain, an era in snow,

I can live with it 'til I retire

But not forever-O' God please never!

Please keep me from brimstone and fire

Here's what I figure...the dogs will be bigger!

And the management? Crazier still

The public quite bitchy, evil and witchy-

They'll howl when I give them their bills

I'll burn in the summer, freeze in the winter,

While quitting time never draws near

But that's nothing new; I'm feeling blue

'cause I'm already doing that here

At the end of each month, demons will move,

Making my job really hard...

No change of address, really because

They're too lazy to fill out a card!

I'll be out of luck, devils chasing my truck,

Down below where the gates aren't so pearly

Being abusive and making excuses

'cause they want their welfare checks early

This nightmare, this curse, what could be worse?

I'm asking you...gentlemen, ladies-

If this is true, what can I do

To keep me the hell out of Hades?

Dear Lord, I repent-I'm a foul malcontent

I'm on my knees-shuddering, pale

Please make me whole; deliver my soul

From an eternity carrying mail

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