Earlier this year I started a series of
poems called Spampoetry. My work on this series has languished but meanwhile the genre seems to be flourishing. Just the other day I got this email – a tasty
little bit of marketing spam – that arrived in my in-box as a ready made poem. Here's the email I received.
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· Russ Qualidad Yahoo Mail
To Me
Nov 6 at 1:06 PM
Your old dog has a leaky bladder. Your spouse is overly fond of drink. Your mother and father are both on dementia’s
brink.
The roof of the old summer cottage is on the verge of collapsing. Your supervisor at
work scowls every time she passes.
Monthly bills and dental expenses, cups of coffee followed by packs of gum, it all adds up; the tens and twenties keep getting siphoned out of your wallet. Soon enough you’re reduced to counting the change in the bowl on the dresser.
Fortunately you can bridge all your cash needs and then some too, enabling you still to enjoy a few of life's little pleasures!
Look here to learn how to make smackers in plain abundance:
Monthly bills and dental expenses, cups of coffee followed by packs of gum, it all adds up; the tens and twenties keep getting siphoned out of your wallet. Soon enough you’re reduced to counting the change in the bowl on the dresser.
Fortunately you can bridge all your cash needs and then some too, enabling you still to enjoy a few of life's little pleasures!
Look here to learn how to make smackers in plain abundance:
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Certainly something appears to be going right in my life. I'm finally beginning to receive a much finer caliber of spam!
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