Spam Poem
SPAMming is now a way of life,
eye just decided those people aer alive.
When you delete SPAM messages they still survive.
The people silly not the messages.
I meant the silly people of course not ewe.
Of course ewe dew survive. Now wait where was eye?
SPAM. We aer NOT trying to murder them just to avoid
the curcumstantial evidence of mis-directed information
and robotic responses found so hard to manage in e-mail.
SPAM. We call it SPAM. SPAM.
Why? eye don~t know but the namme is deserved.
Someone is actually and factually driving a real car
to an office. Sitting in a chair in a red dress.
Turning her computor mouse toward my address.
SPAM. OH NO.
I am sent another SPAM to my e-mail.
GOD help US.
Oh it is OKAY.
Eye have a TOOL-BAR.
Automatic-delete-delete-delete-beep.
SPAM.
Who are you OH woman of SPAM.
Wait eye don~t hate you,
Thank you for sending me SOME.
SPAM.
I love you but your message MUST go.
Automatic-delete-beep.
OH NO
