Just like clockwork 
The Postie comes along 
Feeding my letter box 
With junk food. 
Can’t he see it’s on a diet? 
The sign tells him so. 
“No Junk Mail Please” 

So like a good citizen, 
It’s my job to flush it out 
And di-sect it’s regurgitation. 
So sickening, the stuff 
That it spits out. 

Specials, Sales, Buy Now 
WIN!!!! Travel, set the Sails 
See the World! 
What World? 
There will be no world left 
If all the trees are chopped 
To make my letter box obese 
With JUNK MAIL! 

TeAnne © 19 March 1999 

MORE JUNK MAIL 

Catalogues and fliers 
Something for all buyers 
Sit with coffee and fag 
Sift thru’ all they brag. 

Want my money no doubt 
I sit here with lip a pout 
Corporations don’t care 
As long as they flog their ware. 

In the bin it will land 
Later for landfill expand 
First it fills my letterbox 
Then becomes binder for rocks. 

So, a cycle we come to accept 
The junk in my letterbox has crept 
Tis the only mail received by some 
Who quickly browse for what can be won. 

Mine, in the corner just sits 
because mostly it’s just s..t! 

TeAnne © 19 March 1999