The poetry of the small and sticky

Price Drop Alert on Packaging

Custom stickers let you put your message on everything – laptops, invites and more.

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Vistaprint, Vistaprint,
Your whispers creep through the wires,
Price drops and promises, stickers that speak,
A world where adhesive dreams bind messages to moments,
Where every surface becomes a canvas,
And every object, a proclamation.

Custom stickers, you say,
The poetry of the small and sticky,
Messages clinging to laptops, invites,
The silent ambassadors of thought and brand,
But what message do I leave, Vistaprint?
What gospel do I spread with glue?

A price drop, an alert, a siren song,
Calling me to the marketplace of ideas,
Where stickers reign, their glossy faces shining,
Yet, the question lingers—
Do these tiny flags of identity
Anchor me, or do they drift with the breeze?

Your site awaits, an open door,
A gallery of adhesive possibilities,
But what of my quiet inbox?
Does it have room for this call,
This parade of pricing and packaging?

I’m torn, Vistaprint, between the lure of your wares
And the weight of your persistence.
Each email a nudge,
A reminder that the world sticks to those who shout,
Who plaster their truths on the nearest wall.

But me, I’m a poet in the shadows,
Writing lines that fade like chalk in rain.
My message is fleeting, my stickers ephemeral,
And I wonder—do I need your glue
To hold my voice in place?

So stick to your game, Vistaprint,
Your art of adhesive allure.
But leave me here, in the unmarked space,
Where the only labels are the ones I choose.

Beat on, Vistaprint, beat on.
But let my inbox breathe,
A surface unblemished,
A canvas still free.