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A Terza Rima Sonnet about an unrelenting invasion. |
| 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. Notes on the Terza Rima Sonnet form of poetry ▶︎ |