Lest I forget?

If my letter box had to suddenly speak it's mind I'd bet it would create one big mess, seeing that it's one big mess everyday. Poor letterbox. It does have a point. Every day I am being bombarded by glossy papers in all shapes and sizes which I don't even look at. I bin them immediately because I cannot save the world by recycling them? What would I do with them anyway? So prospective EU parliament members as well as prospective Local Council members are making sure I don't forget them, the elections, all the hard work they've put into, as well as boasting of their good moral conduct. They are basically making sure I don't suffer from forgetfulness. Alas, next Saturday I'm getting a bad case of amnesia. Sorry, I never wanted favours, I wanted my rights. And since it has taken the V.I.P.'s four years of forgetting, I guess I can forgive myself one day of forgetfulness. After all, I am human.