WHEN I've a quarrel in my mind <br />With one who's far away, <br />To scorching letters I'm inclined, <br />In which I say my say. <br /> <br />And then I take those seething screeds <br />So full of ink and ire, <br />In which I threaten awful deeds, <br />And mail them in the fire!<br /><br />John Kendrick Bangs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-special-delivery/
