The Rape of My Mind

Inundated by hordes of hated junk mail,
touting products from used cars to insurance,
my mind feels dazed and abused, making me wail.

The TV plies subliminal transference
of messages to convert fiscal restraint
into rabid cravings without deterrence.

Folks push their way through my phone lines to acquaint
me with credit deals and vacation resorts,
devouring my vigor until I feel faint.

Computer spam now invites me to cavort
with Oprah for free, at least that’s what they say
while concealing their vile intent to extort.

Besieged by drumming ploys, I can only pray
for relief, and escape to some cabaret.

            

AUTHOR’S NOTE: For those not familiar with the Terza Rima Sonnet, a definition and another example can be found at the following link:

http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/terzarima.html