Through Their Eyes
Pressed firmly a shoulder against brick wall
Arms that are folded and feeling quite tall
A hurly burly of a lazy man
Only works if he has to or can
Frustrated waiting for the big check
Drank the last one quickly red neck
They only come once upon time
Delusional angry and outside so I'm
In and out my mind does wonder
Try to control the other guy under
No money for meds and mad hatter is he
Unpredictable this matter will be
Hoisting two sacks the postman will meet
But which one of us uncertain the greet
Passing me by with no check in hand
Off the stoop on postman he land
Franticly struggling to loosen the strap
Harder and tighter the handle did rap
Doesn't take long the postman is limp
It's back to me the original wimp
I don't understand the reason for action
This guy was good during every transaction
You'll never know by meeting us guys
But we'll see you through these killer eyes
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