Spam Poetry

I can't get enough of this stuff! You know, the body text of spam and virus-filled emails that we all get. I think I'm going to start collecting it.


Title: "Upgrade or OEM"

Everywhere, utterly.
This third day of our January thaw,
I. Arctic Scenery
At the white place of the road's vanishing
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
The earth beneath his feet, in its dark cape,
Suddenly, in a savage, dreadful bend,
there's a pulpy orange-y smell from juice factories....
Mère and Père Chose are walking away from the
That neither the motionless farm couple trudging
That open before me? What I see
demonstrating their talent for comedy—stroke
the foul pole relaxes. She's raged all afternoon
The purest form is always the one
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
He never even dreams, being sheer snow;
The ordinary, wide scene which begins
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition

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