After the din of the day
All of the postmen are braying.
Jesus, just lay me away.
How long do they plan on staying?
All of the postmen are braying,
Shouting out postmodern jokes.
How long do they plan on staying,
Braying and lighting up smokes?
Pounding out postmodern jokes
Crammed with Neanderthal diction,
Braying and lighting up smokes—
God how I wish this were fiction!
Damn their Neanderthal diction—
They’re the guys bring me my letters.
God how I wish this were fiction!
I’d make them all Irish setters.
They’re the guys bring me my letters,
Curly and Larry and Moe.
I’d make them all Irish setters
Silent, observant, and slow.
Curly and Larry and Moe,
Jesus, just lay me away.
Silent, observant, and slow
After the din of the day.
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