Solicitor
They harass me and they bother me
Their constant assaults never fail
Then they phone and they visit me
And they send me greetings in my mail
They promise to make someone's life better
But that thinking to myself doesn't prevail
So I ignore them and I trash their letter
Now I wonder if that will send me to Hell.
I see them wherever that I might go
It seems like anywhere they can be found
Not just on the phones or a TV show
They are everywhere when I look around,
When I try to walk into any store
I am greeted by a smiling face
They happily block my entrance to the door
As they tell me only I can help the human race,
In the past I have given and I have gave
From my money to my personal stuff
Now to their harassment I will no longer be a slave
I now am tired and I have given enough,
Sometimes I wish that I didn't own a home
And there are the times I wished that I was poor
Or that I lived in my car or in the park all alone
So that I could escape the Solicitor.
poem by Randy McClave
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