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Recycled
by David R Spellman
There’s enough junk
in my mailbox
(the one the postman still fills)
to re-forest a desert,
to re-build the whole
Spanish Armada
and set it to sail
full of chopsticks
bound for China.
Promotional flyers,
political advertisements,
charity solicitations,
SALES! SALES! SALES!
sales on everything I
can’t possibly need;
and of course there’s
those monthly bills,
supply enough to
re-fill the bathroom roll –
let me mark them
“Paid in Full.”
11/20/2006 Posted on 08/27/2007
Copyright © 2025 David R Spellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meagan Green on 08/28/07 at 06:49 AM nicely said |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/28/07 at 05:04 PM LOL! Dave. I feel as though you wrote this for me. Well stated sir!! ;o) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/28/07 at 05:04 PM LOL! Dave. I feel as though you wrote this for me. Well stated sir!! ;o) |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 08/28/07 at 06:48 PM -chuckle- And amen, Brother! |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 08/28/07 at 11:51 PM *giggle*... tooo funny!!! Oh and *piffit*! |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/31/07 at 02:19 AM LOL!! Too funny! (Though all that junk mail can be exasperating!) |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 08/31/07 at 03:14 PM well written with a sense of humour...love it... |
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