Hey, neighbors
I just wanted to tell ya
Your mornin' paper
It landed in my front yard
And I would maybe
Skip over pages 7 and 8
Lest it test your aiming
Huddle back indoors
Too reluctant to wave you my hand
Too reclusive to come out again
Too repulsive
Wait, postman
Stop your shufflin' on
Ya laid your package
Right in the grass of my lawn
And I was mistaken
For the other Joe next door
Why don't ya take it
And deliver it once more
To relinquish who I am again
To rebuttal against the common man
To retire amongst this old wreck
To rekindle ash again