Demands Increasing

Strange knocks on the door
Tend to unfold into
Odd encounters with the postman
A glass of water, a postage stamp licked
He wants more than the mouse and his cookie
Ever did
Pushing his foot in the doors with pleas
For a glass of ice water in July,
A quart of motor oil
To send him on his way,
A piece of duct tape for his shoe
And by the time I have the checkbook out
Ready to sign my name in one hundred
Dollar script,
It is much too late
And I forget how to say no.