Spam, Spam, Spam
There is no free lunch.
Free cheese is only in a mousetrap.
Spam? I always had a hunch
It’s a lap-dogs yap.
Spam, spam, spam….
So many times I had them.
Damn, damn, damn!
Come on, scam! Scram!
How many times to repeat?
Spam you should at once delete.
This one you don’t have even to read.
Greed will never get mead.
You feel sorry for someone in grief,
You have your own belief,
But…that one is just a thief.
He or she is dirty and a sub chief.
Bakibinga is from Uganda,
Unknown one’s from Senegal…
There is world-wide Banda-Granda,
Which tries to be mystical, original…
You know what?
We create spam ourselves.
You know when?
When at once lots of mails we send.
How often we read:
Send it to all your friends.
That’s how a spam you seed,
That’s what a spam demands.
Spams are like cockroaches.
They crow from all the gaps.
They are just dirty poachers,
They need to be collapsed.
Spam, spam, spam…
They are like a spoon of tar in jam.
Don’t sham, bloody spam!
You’ve already been deleted.
Damn, damn, damn!
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 5th of November, 2011
