Junk
Each week leaflets come thick and fast
through my door,
for guttering, glazing and food,
I'm afraid all junk mail will end up without fail
in the bin, and I'm not being rude.
But I do get quite cross with this unwanted dross
that comes flowing through my letterbox
using acres of trees this dread paper disease
is like some new great plague or the Pox.
Election time's coming, the airwaves are humming
with soundbites from PM Mrs May,
Corbyn, Libs and the Greens using various means
to grab my one vote on this Thursday.
And now it appears all the stuff through the post
is from those who would hope to defeat her,
the drivel's the same, I'm fed up with their games
so I may as well vote for a pizza.
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