Jack Ellison Poet Quatrain

1-800-Got Junk

What's the big deal with garage sales
Buying another man's junk
Just because the price is dirt cheap
People wind up in a funk

They blindly go from house to house
Looking for that special treasure
A wobbly beat up old coffee table
A saddle of genuine leather

Once bought an antique gramophone
Sits downstairs gathering dust
When I first laid eyes on this treasure
To own it was an absolute must

Now what's the sense of buying stuff
That you'll never use for sure
You won't see it again in your lifetime
The logic's a bit obscure

1-800 Got Junk?
You've seen the signs everywhere
Don't get caught up in this buying frenzy
You'll just leave it all to your heirs!

© Jack Ellison 2012

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Laura Breidenthal March 31, 2018 at 3:43 AM I agree with Richard - "like moths to a flame" Well done here. Growing up with a junk collector I can relate. A garage sale, a thrift store,to my mom is like Disneyland. Always, Laura Jack Ellison March 31, 2018 at 6:40 AM Ha like Disneyland... can definitely relate!!! XOX

Carol Eastman November 3, 2012 at 3:53 PM Loved it. My Hubby collects books and plastic models. We're up to our eyeballs in the stuff. I learned not to want junk after living 33 years with his... Still one time I stopped and got an ottoman(footstool) and couldn't help myself... The moment I got home the 96 lb lab claimed it as hers... Haven't been able to get her off, to use it since... PS. She sleeps on the couch with her head and front paws on it... Once I got a cute end table... My son grabbedit for college to put his TV on... LOL Jack Ellison November 3, 2012 at 4:15 PM Oh I also included a copy for them to keep. 5 U.S. Presidents signed for me. Sold my total collection for a big bunch of cash! Don't ask me where that cash is now! Big huggeroonies, Jacko! Jack Ellison November 3, 2012 at 4:14 PM Sold my baseball card collection last spring... 200,000+ cards... yikes! In the late eighties, I was obsessed with autograph collecting. Drew portraits of approximately 1,200 famous celebrities. Sent them through the mails requesting that they sign them... about 950 did! (con't)

Susan Burd November 2, 2012 at 4:56 PM yes, I've been on both sides of the junk pile. A light way to look at the overwhelming situation. Love it Jack-a-roo;) Jack Ellison November 2, 2012 at 8:06 PM Jack-a-roo sending you big mushy hugs and a boatload of happiness giggles!

Tanya Harrington November 2, 2012 at 2:11 PM Yep, that's for sure! Got enough of my own junk--more than what will fit into my new house and still.......I'm drawn to look-see at whatever draws my eye, oh help me! Love the write! :) Tanya Jack Ellison November 2, 2012 at 8:04 PM You have the disease I'm afraid... medical science is still looking for a cure but so far no dice! Thank you sweet Tanya... hugs, Jack xox

Richard Lamoureux November 2, 2012 at 7:37 AM Fun, fun, fun, Jack. We can't help ourselves, like moths to a flame. Jack Ellison November 2, 2012 at 7:46 AM "like moths to a flame"... that nails it my friend! I've been a slave to the collecting game... baseball cards, autographs, old movies! They sit and gather dust! It's an obsession or maybe more like an illness! LOL

Carol Sunshine Brown November 2, 2012 at 6:30 AM Outstanding poetry you have shared with us Jack as usual. I have enjoyed reading it this morning. I will be back Monday to read more. I wish you a wonderful weekend full of sunshine and inspiration. Love, Carol Jack Ellison November 2, 2012 at 6:36 AM Many thanks, my dear Carol! Hope your weekend is filled with joy and much laughter! Love and hugs, Jack