Scattered over lino floors, in multicoloured piles,
Covered in the kitty litter, kicked from battered trays.
I dust it off and shuffle into straighter lines,
They set me off just wondering what life would be
Fishing through the ads for blinds and credit cards,
The pizzas calling out to me, for dinner, tea,
No reason really; they just exist to taunt my mind
If I could have those fancy blinds, the half price couch
The bowls of noodle soup, and black bean sauce
That come with free delivery. I haven’t even
Taken off my high heeled shoes, sitting on the stairs.
They’ll all go in the bin, eventually,
But not until I’ve dreamed….
Margot Kinberg
You know an ad is done well when it makes you crave the product. I always get rid of junk mail, too, and it is hard on the environment. But those few moments of ‘what if..’ are fun.
patientandkindlove
Ugh, it’s the pizzas that kill me. That shot with the stringy cheese being pulled is too much…
Greg Dennison
I have a fun junk mail story that just happened yesterday… it was a handwritten letter, and the return address was a name I didn’t recognize and a post office box. I kept wondering who this was, a little excited to get a handwritten letter but suspicious of the fact that I had no idea who this person was, so I figured it was probably some kind of junk mail.
It was a Jehovah’s Witness sending me a pamphlet. I guess this is what they have to do instead of going door-to-door because of COVID.
patientandkindlove
At least they’re staying safe!
Greg Dennison
True…