Thank-You Note

A poem about the scourge of society:

If I were 18 and I could vote
I'd try to repeal the Thank-You note
It's just a minor thing says they
But I never really do know what to say

My relatives think I'm stiff and vague
Because when I write them my mind is plauged
I wish I could give them my rationale
Of why it's as pained as a root canal

Don't look down on me for this petty complaint
Looking for sympathy right now I ain't
I am just thinking that you would agree
That this fine form of art puzzles you as does me