Ode to Spam!

Spam , Spam, Spam,
The bestest meat in a can.
Spam, Spam, Spam,
How you improve my life.
With porn and debt consolidation,
Oily skin remedies and ways to end strife.

How do you do it?
How do you know,
that ceramic vases
will make me give to good causes?

Your ESP is amazing,
if not a tad creepy.
You have my mind blazing.
You spawn my creativity,
and make me seem witty.

I've made it my mission,
to respond to your every intrusion,
of my thoughts and feelings,
my good times and bad.

It is true,
I should be annoyed, incensed and even violated.
But, for now at least, you have my undivided attention.
I am yours to command.

Spam you are the one,
the only one,
who will compel me to comment,
come hell or high water,
without fail,
I am yours.

I never said I was a poet! But why should I let lack of talent stop me? (see #8, list of things to do, July 31, 2005) I will, for now at least, while I fancy it, comment on the spam I receive. So far it has been quite fun.........fun is still a crap adjective!