Z Junk Mail Poem by Anita Wisniewska

Pouring falling

Through your door

Though you don't want me anymore

You never wanted me at all

I've got so much to give

That you won't let me live

But I don't want to die

That's why

I come back more and more

THAT'S WHY I NEED TO SHOUT

BECAUSE YOU SHUT ME OUT

look what I've got for you

So many things to do

Better health

Better wealth

You really should improve yourself

Now see me dancing on your screen

Glossy pictures to be seen

All red and blue and luscious green

Need me, feed me

Look look look

I'm so much better than a book

I must have something that you need

I hear your fear, I see your greed

Cut me down

I sprout again

Persistent as

The falling rain

You won't stop me

It's as you dread

The roots of me are in your head.