Low Expectations

Somewhere in the internet my date awaits With no feet no head no shape Minus everything in between is she No mouth to speak of either A simple monitor screen, written word, spread sheet Black and white format for me with advertisements A difficult relationship to wrap my mind around So many messages come every day Pages full of viruses and cookies Information about hair products Baldness and constipation, real estate and dating data Commercials, ads and offerings real cheap Her name is Spam I am her web site man Ready to read her like a book Spam is mine as long as there's a purchase Not so perfect I'm reminded Many demands are made of me to buy Spam Folder lives and works inside the internet I can't forget her Low expectations come on line Always a key stroke away My friends tell me, never open Spam Even if the offer's sweet They call her garbage I should hit delete