There once was a man who got millions
Pieces of mail — make that billions —
All asking for money
I don’t find it funny
We’re drowning in papers by the zillions.
Responding to some charitable requests is like feeding stray cats.
Not to mention the STUFF that they sent: dreamcatchers, garden gloves, calendars, calculators, address labels to last 179 lifetimes, wrapping paper, greeting cards, pennies, nickels, dimes, and sometimes even dollar bills.
I’d rather take good care of one sweet little kitty, than live in a house surrounded by strays.