Too Much E-Mail
Oh, no! It's happening again,
When I went to open my e-mail
So much garbage I found there,what a pain
And to my dismay knew I was getting nailed.
Everyday I get so much spam e-mail,
To give me a headache without fail,
They sneak on me, like a fatal disease,
And try to bring me, all the way down, to my knees.
Eh, Buster! What's this with your stupid e-mail?
You give me nightmares like some horror tale,
I erased it, but the next day three more copies came,
Eh! You better stop that now! that this is not a game.
Your whole attitude really sucks,
I can't believe the things you do for a buck.
Don't you have better things to do too?
Than pestering and screwing people, like you do.
Eh, buster! I know sometimes things are bad,
But, why,do you to make it worse by making me also mad?
And what's this about me helping you with some money,
Do you really think? that I am that dim or brained-dead?
All your e-mail tactics really amazed me,
You want me to… what did you say, again?
Eh, buster, I won't do that,not in a million years!
So I want you to know that all your trouble is in vain.
I am so happy when I see my friends' e-mails,
That's one of the best things that everyday I still get,
But, what's my horror when I see them buried by trash,
No! I don't need to lose any weight, because I am still fit.
Oh no!My server is telling me they've stopped my email,
Eh, you buster!is all your fault, for sending me trash,
And now I have to delete it all in the next hour or two,
Eh punk,! You better don't mess up with me anymore here.
What did you say about me? About getting some prozac,
Who says, I am depressed? And my liver is okay and I don't take pills,
What did you say now? That you have something for my boobs to grow
Eh Buster! I don't need that!or to grow anything in that "place” neither.
Eh, you! You're so lucky I can't really get you,
You're making my life online, sometimes a hell,
And I don't want to buy any of your blue,or pink pills,
As for "those pictures" you can show them to somebody else Mel.
I am so tired of getting spammed and jammed, and it's you to blame
I'd would like to get only emails from my friends,
My poor baby (my pc) is taking such a beat and gets sick too,
Eh, buster!Your behavior is a shame! And this's not a game.
I'm about to lose it with you, and you're making me sick too,
Stop sending me all those silly offers than don't work but just fail,
Eh, buster, you'll see, one of these days, I'll get rid of you,
Then, you won't get me anymore, or invade, ever my email.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright2005
October,19,2014
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2014
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