Junk Mail

Deleting emails every day, I find
they’re poorly crafted and irrelevant,
for half are retail offers not designed
for staying home with shopping funds unspent;
the balance are political in plea –
they’re begging a donation out of me.
A robot urges, using my first name
as if it had some right to stake a claim.

A monthly pittance will not help a cause
that asks for funds but not for how to plan,
and runs statistics none know how to scan.
Deleting with disgust and clenching jaw
I’ve given how I’m driven. I began
and will continue, writing what I can.

(Pushkin Sonnet)

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