Emptying the Spam Folder
By Elton Camp
Whenever to check mail I go
There are few from folks I know
To keep my computer neat
The spam mail I then delete
At the titles I take a peek
Wrongly filed ones I seek
There’s one from dearest friend
Offering to share millions again
Then, all kinds of weight I lose
If their expensive plan I choose
A young woman wants me to see
Her erotic pictures supplied free
A fabulous prize I did win
Without putting my name in
All online I can get a college degree
Unaccredited, what good will it be?
My mortgage is late, they say
But I’ve had none many a day
A vacation I’ve been given free
Just go to their website and see
Your bank account is overdrawn
Your log-in details must be shown
We’ve frozen your PayPal account
Click here to increase your amount
The one that will never cease
Offers phallus size to increase
With a swift move of my hand
All such go to the garbage can
Categories:
unaccredited, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Diluted soil with the rose on need.
Deciphered able strengths,
Scrutiny of this pose,
And the weakness deceased...
Kept from the sun under stay.
The dimmed solitary finding,
Arbitrary fore caring,
You say trade it all away...
It does not matter at all.
Moments like these in us.
Unaccredited when I replace a crooked hearse.
Its not your place to say.
What's properly mine in words,
Time to write this eulogy by verse...
It's about done and only unscratched,
Hands missing in terms and conditions,
Solutions to what has been but never was.
To guide the thorns from its clench,
Copal petals falling from this human's grace.
Categories:
unaccredited,
Form: I do not know?