Ticking Boxes Poem by Phil Soar

I ticked the boxes on the form
I didn't need the endless mails
But still they come, like a writers storm
Their efforts to sell me stuff will fail

'Tick here if you don't want dross'
Pushed by the mailman through your letterbox
Or sent via e-mail in an endless stream
Leaflets and adverts that'll make you scream

What is the point of those little squares?
Asking for an 'X' to be free from mail
Yet still they send their product compares
And all our efforts to stop them fail