The Dotted Line Poem by culture vulture

Unperforated perforations,
It's a rip off, let me see,
Tear along that dotted line
And the half-page tumbles free.

Use finesse, unless you mangle it,
Gently ease the coupon free,
There is no need to damage it,
Unless you don't agree.

It's only a simple freebie
That came by this morning's post,
So let's get cracking, untangle it,
Or turn it into a ghost.

You can't just claw and cleave,
They've helped us get inside,
What d'you mean by, a ghost?
You don't think it's alive?

If it won't do what it says,
And tear along those lines,
Then ripping it into shreds,
Is a sign of modern times.

Just let me have one more go,
I'll tease the paper apart,
And if I can't manage that
You'll get your violent start.

Here! That's enough straining for me,
Get your teeth right into that beast,
Rip the unperforated to pieces,
Let it, Requiescat In Peace.

(4 February 2012)