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.