In The Company Of Spammers Poem by Leaking Pen

Would they sing my words?
Would they praise my lyrics?
Poetry reflects my art
When joy visits my heart

I wish upon a star
To be the shining bright
As I look up with desires
And love ignites my fires

Hear me: see me: touch me!
I am but a breath away
Has delirium invaded my thinking?
Is my poetic voice sinking?

Another discarded unread manuscript
More like chaotic dissonance attitude
My poems discarded in their dustbin
Spammers sell me Chinese pumpkin.

I know what the use of waste paper is
Some are recycled while others mostly trashed
Either or their identity erased like loose sand
Act of separation, sieved by winds over the land

This brings me back to my first point
Why do spammers blatant hard sell their wares?
Spammer’s parasites stain my clear glass door
Why do I open for their knocks to bleed my core?

I better use my shot gun and put an immediate end
While there is a slim chance I am found and read
Many before me trailed this poetic blaze
But what a difference makes a well-lit maze!

I have committed the ultimate deadly sin
By watering their seeds in the waste land
And Instead of ignoring spammer’s bullying
And let them die from neglect suffering

No escape for me from a floating iceberg peak
Or great white sharks roaming for prey
Spammers captivate last available space
My poems lost the race, and God lost my case.


Feb 7th 2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014