Junkmail
Cigarettes stubbed out on mossy grass
Trees that look forward to wood chip
Flowers that bloom in spite of the gloom
Toasters that don’t always cook right
A warm bread that disappoints all
Mould that takes over in corners and dampness
Falsely addressed, and it’s junkman to boot
Falsely addressed, and its fraudulent address
Badly addressed and it’s back to the depot
Where never it shall see the light of day
Much like any obvious cards for loved ones
Swiped with the charity donations and
Lost eBay items by the unscrupulous who
Amongst them cause our faith in
Humanity to falter to the extent that
The pain in the arse that is having to
Collect the thing because they tried to
Deliver at 11:45 when most of us are at work is secondary to the
Increasing portent that it has been lost or fabled.