Looking At My Spam

LOOKING AT MY SPAM A guy with a busy-life like me has everything he could want, right at fingertips: I can “stop snoring with a dentist-designed mouthpiece” And can pay for it, after I “check my credit rating on line”. Everyone I know should offer me “Congratulations” [ because I ] “have been chosen to join the National Association of Professional Wrestlers”. On the other hand my interests may lean towards the aesthetic: And I could “learn at the University of Phoenix” until they award me “the Degree on-line of beautician and cosmetologist”. As consolation, I "can also obtain 70% off all [my] Viagra needs” - Never knew, but older guys tell me it’s a drug to help ‘their health’. Finally if the drugs and education can’t help, I can pursue “Lawsuits for serious injury and compo” with those well-known Ambulance chasers, Messrs. Ripoff, Fleecem & Grabbit. Maybe writing a poem about reading spam is itself a symptom Of my empty life. . . . . . . . . I really gotta get out more.