The Angry Poet get solicitations but doesn't understand how he, of all people, is eligible for rewards, bonus points and mileage plans. Why The New York Times even thought him among the 200,000 of its readers most likely to buy a new Lincoln. The Angry Poet doesn't even own a car. Road rage? The Angry Poet saves his anger for poetry.
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How many bonus points do I get for getting up
before five, how many for not complaining?
What's my balance, what’s the rate,
when should I rollover? Stop the mail offers
and email, don’t you know
that everyone at the post office
knows this is illicit?
Do others get the same come on,
is it true you truly value me,
am I really platinum to you?
I’m punctual as payroll deductions,
hard-working as aristocratic money,
as rich as the next guy because no one
close has any money either.
Okay, I’ll settle for 15,000 bonus points.
Now, what's it get me?
--Cabbage Rabbit
Cabbage Rabbit Review of Books and Music