Why oh why do you keep coming;

Junk mail, junk mail why the spill?

Do you really think I’ll click you?

“Pastor’s wife did this for thrill.”

“Act fast now and you save bigly!”

“Don’t wait lately or you lose slow.”

I’m so tired of all this junk mail;

Into the spam folder I might go.

I thought that I was getting clever;

I hit the button “unsubscribe now.”

It appears much to my dismay;

I get more than ever somehow.

Wading through the massive numbers,

My thumb and finger tired and frail.

I would like to hit REPLY ALL,

To the creator of this dang junk mail.

I’d send a note of my frustrations, 

Tell them they drove me insane. 

Perhaps if they got all my emails. 

They could stop the noise inside my brain. 

©️2017 Marsha L. Brown