Spoetry - Spam Poetry
The following just arrived in my inbox:
It’s just as if those sly, quick eyeballs were protruding out of a great pale mask. It was the sort of spell that the storyteller cast over the tyrant in the Arabian Nights. That is why I can imagine that man putting it in his own mind, and I can imagine him smiling. He hung the corpse like a coat on one of the hat pegs.
It's like it's own poem. Or William S. Burroughs novel. Oddly beautiful, in it's sneakily disguised way of trying to ensure that my erections will last for hours. One could even make the argument that spam is an artform.
PS -- Ladies, I don't need medicine for that. And yes, I'm available.
It’s just as if those sly, quick eyeballs were protruding out of a great pale mask. It was the sort of spell that the storyteller cast over the tyrant in the Arabian Nights. That is why I can imagine that man putting it in his own mind, and I can imagine him smiling. He hung the corpse like a coat on one of the hat pegs.
It's like it's own poem. Or William S. Burroughs novel. Oddly beautiful, in it's sneakily disguised way of trying to ensure that my erections will last for hours. One could even make the argument that spam is an artform.
PS -- Ladies, I don't need medicine for that. And yes, I'm available.