Waiting for a package to arrive
Suspense is hanging in the air
I hurry home to open the prize
But only find a note there
Another day, another plan to time
I chart my journey to the source
But there it seems they cannot find
My package, reason, or an alternate course
So home I travel, seething
Full of rage and indignation
And then the phone is ringing
There is news from the station
My package they did discover
When I was moments from home
Should I return to the center
Or have the pick up postponed
In the end I did return
Weary of the trials and stress
And though UPS I'd like to burn
With my new bag, this I did suppress
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