Paperwork

All I ever see each day is paperwork which comes my way.

Doctor bills and dentists, too, and special deals prepared for you.

Master Card and Visa Card are waiting to be paid;

This stack of papers over here is waiting to be read.

A form for this, a form for that, sign here and here and here.

It’s good that we can write our name, ’cause there’s forms everywhere!

Must write some checks to pay some bills, and write some letters, too.

I can’t forget to write some cards, your birthday’s coming due.

My mailbox always seems so full of ads from everyone;

Sometimes Ed McMahon is there to tell me I have won.

How could I win on something that I never entered?

I find it so amusing, it really makes me grin.

The junk mail never ever stops; the catalogs and ads.

It seems they want to sell me land, I am broke, too bad.

The people who send junk mail should all be sent to jail.

But, then I’d prob’bly sit and groan, ’cause I won’t get no mail.

Shirley Binkley

Cedar View

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