Poem: Pamphlets

[meridian_rose]

Title: Pamphlets
Fandom: Original
Rating: R for strong language
Word Count: 135
Prompt: For the prompt ; go here and get a random phrase to inspire a poem [some phrases NSFW]
Summary: It gets annoying to be accosted by people with junk leaflets
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.



No, I don't want your catalogue
I certainly don't want to join your fucked up religion
I know those facts in your badly photocopied
Comic Sans font text full of misspellings
Are not facts at all but opinions and
Outright lies
And I've signed petitions online
And donated to charities I trust
Where I can do my research
To make sure the money isn't being misused
But I don't sign or give to random
People in the street
No matter how glossy your literature is
And let's face it, it's not very glossy at all
And isn't there enough junk mail
Pizza delivery and Sell Your Gold
And all the other detritus
Pushed through letter boxes
Or stuffed into print publications
Without it being handed it in the street?
Fuck all unasked for pamphlets
Fuck you.

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My random phrase was Fuck all pamphlets

Comments

[brontefanatic]

Wow! Did this really happen to you? Because you sound pretty pissed off. I completely understand your feelings though.

[meridian_rose]

You can't walk down even a small high street some days without being harassed by people wanting to sign you up for a catalogue or a charitable monthly direct debit! And yes, sometimes, religious asshattery too, especially in cities. It does get frustrating. I have a low tolerance for incompetence and seeing pamphlets, especially promoting services, badly put together and riddled with spelling and grammar errors make me write them off as unworthy. So this about all those things :)