Eric Gone Postal Poem by Eva Mae Witt
Eric Gone Postal
There once was a man named Eric Gone Postal
he couldn't learn how to read Pentecostal
so he went off to learn
he learned how to burn
and quite frankly he'd lost all this thin vocal
Then came his noisy flamboyant ignorant boss
Eric couldn't find any kind words at a loss
he was plenty confused
for then felt was abused
then his tonsils were swollen and shut off at cost.
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4/26/2024 5:22:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So he went off! ! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.