My Rebate

I bought a phone the other day,
Plus a rebate they gave away,
My own money returned to me,
They only keep the interest, you see.

Four months' wait is lots of time,
To heal cuts from cutting dotted lines,
To get all your Proofs of Purchase,
Because the ones you lose are worthless.

Not to mention the mailman's,
Extra bags from overstuffed mailcans,
Bulging with my rebate slips,
For greed maybe he hates trips.

Oh God in Heaven redeem my soul,
No rebates -- Jesus, take control,
Your angels never get so tired,
As the mailman, who expired.
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