DELIVERIES.
‘Deliveries’ in these modern times
has prompted me to write some rhymes
to express frustration where
the system doesn’t work or care.
I’m sure you know just what I mean
when postal services have been
less than efficient or competent
which leaves us feeling discontent.
Especially with my medical stuff
which, when it doesn’t come’s enough
to raise my angst and frustrations
to the point of palpitations.
They surely know that we rely
on a reliable supply
of medicines and equipment to
help us through each day anew.
I don’t believe it’s a great feat
to be on time, but also complete.
It’s annoying and frustrating
waiting and anticipating.
Leaving complaining to the last
has been my routine in the past,
but when my mind has been reflective
I think that this is not effective.
How the hell can we survive
if this stuff does not arrive
on time, complete, and without fuss,
so we’ve no need to curse or cuss.
Surely, it’s not too much to ask
delivery firms to do this task
with some competence and skill
so that we do not get ill.
B. Withers 2023
