I don't know why he feel's this rage, but rage he feels for sure,
Cause every single charity bag when posted through the door,
Is torn to shreds, chewed up and spread on every piece of floor,
He has a grudge that's plain to see, and everyday there's more,
I really wish that I knew why, it isn't plain to me,
Though I am sure when I get home a pile of bags they'll be.
