G. P. O.
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Greatly Pissed Off queueing
Seeking service- express.
The parcel is not for you,
And there’s no forwarding address.
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Greeted Politely On entry.
Your query, dealt with – quick.
‘It’s a self adhesive stamp,’ says the clerk
As your tongue protrudes, to lick.
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Greying Pensioners Orbit
Around tassled green ropes as they wait
For the meagre sum they receive
From the powers that be in our state.
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Gratitude Pours Out from the few
that won on the Lotto.
Their supplications finally answered
After hours of prayer at that Grotto.
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Generations Posted Onwards
By boat or perhaps air mail.
The kids of the Noughties believe
All deliveries are made by a snail.
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– Clare Dollard
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