broadcast from the post shop line

it's all gone wrong.
once, just once,
i'd like to give them a piece of my mind.
really tear crevasses down their statutory crimps
and set forth bellowing gales from a dozen amateur diaphragms.
it's just not on.
every time I visit,
it drives me mad,
every time I visit something has changed.
oh no. there will be
no sense of reserved compliance
or
any esoteric transmissions today,
from pew or pulpit.
the gall!
"due to circumstances beyond our control,
(good morning mr president)
stamps are now 50 cents"
this'll show 'em.
next time,
I'm bringing a letter.