Junk Mail
Another piece of junk mail came today,
Trying to get into my wallet,
Old man tree died,
Because someone wants to get rich.
They said we were becoming,
A paperless society,
So smart and digital,
Tell that to the tree.
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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