New Man from Ship Shape by Ship Shape

They never check their mail
It's blowing down the street
I wonder if they’re home
As this day my route repeats

The box is overflowing as
I speed up my retreat
They watch me from the windows
A strange specific heat

I agonize over what's perceived as a
lack of responsibility
I struggle to see why they still maintain their crusade

I am a new man
I command respect
I see that you are purged of
Any and all defect
I am a new man
I have earned respect
My rules have all been broken
My boxes left unchecked

Orderly rows of empty boxes
Behind lock and key
It kills us all to see this state
Hear them laughing from the trees

Abused the system put in place
And this I must correct
After hours, I set my face
to have the right effect

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