Bera Tremoz

Rookie (01/11/82 - 01/11/2012 / Lebanon)

Nona

Poem by Bera Tremoz

just received a
very urgent email.

My Friend, You are in Trouble.

Hell, if they bothered with
the capital letters,
they MEAN business.
It says I need software.
It's actually asking,
but really just telling me
that I lack software,
and a life to go with it.
It even starts with a nice Hi
followed by a piss smiley :)
My right side is telling me
not to bother
not to open such warning,
and use it
[my right side]
for personal satisfaction
instead.
Fucking bullshit.
Million years of evolution,
and still, we can't rid
bullshit
off
our plates
our ears
our asses
off
our mail boxes.
Wherever there's an
empty container
you already know what's
going to fill it up.
Nona.
Last name,
Spam.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 19, 2005