Spam

I’ve never tasted Spam before And don’t intend to do it, Although, unless I try, I know That I should not pooh-pooh it. I wouldn’t even think of Spam, The food that I am scorning, If not for getting, on my phone, A daily “Spam Risk” warning. Some days it happens several times From unfamiliar places, Where spammers sit and make the calls Behind their unseen faces. I never answer if I see That “Spam Risk” message blinking, But just that word, you understand, Provokes me into thinking. Imagine on the other end, A scammer with his planned pitch Making calls all day while chomping On his favorite canned Spam sandwich!