WOW!!! this was very good. Check out my story to see what you think. It is my daughter and the kidnapped
Paranoia I warily scan the daily mail To see what hell it will entail. I count to ten the telephone rings To dodge the arrows Lady Luck slings! Somebody, somewhere, will screw things up To make quite sure a fly's in my cup; I order a frock from folk who implore Me almost daily to shop in their store. I think they've contrived a way to make mock As they always reply they're fresh out of stock. The clerk in Adjustments says she'll call right back; She never makes it so I hold the sack. I file, feeling righteous. an insurance claim; A clerk says there's no record of knowing my name. The bill for my phone sports records of calls Made by felons and pirates behind prison walls. My bank statement arrives all stamped with red ink, And a canceled check forged for diamonds and mink. The IRS sends me a summons quite royal, Demanding the pittance I've earned with my toil. Be damned to each one, the whole sorry lot; May they all end up scorching where it's mighty hot! |
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