Sam Adeyinka

Rookie (January 20th 1991 / Lagos, Nigeria.)

Gruesome Spam - Poem by Sam Adeyinka

I surfed tiredly on my my box, And what do I see?
It is this junk mail which I see before me.
I don't remember asking for you, yet I frequently get you,
Come let me trash you, you virtual sore.
Why do you come to me, you unwanted spam?

You come in astronomic numbers,
Making my mailbox crammed with virtual squatters,
Gmail and Yahoo I'm accustomed to,
I intended to stop my use of you but can't,
Owing to the information I have therein.

My accounts are flooded with spam,
Spam messages I do not apply for,
Rubbish, gobbledygook, and lies.
Who do you think will fall for your predatory lies?

Out, dammed spam! out, I say!
I don't want to see you in my box no more.
will this mail box ever be clean?
Apparently not today.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 29, 2012

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