Mailman

I wonder if the mailman's here,

Knocking on the door.

Newspapers and magazines

On the kitchen floor.

Where did the mailman go?

When will he arrive?

Has he got my packages?

And is he still alive?

Tonight the bills are overdue,

You know what that means.

Our town's mailman may be dead

Unless we hear his screams.

Very strange, the mailman was,

Everybody knows,

But have they heard what happened under

Everybody's nose?

Even I, the lowly thief,

Never owning what is mine,

Decided that the messenger

Owes us the truth divine.

If I forgive this debt, will I

Never see the mailman then?

Guess again.