O ye SPAM, how I have come to adore thee

You creep into my inbox all day long,
Advertising, aehm, performance drugs to make a long schlong,
Discount watches and lottery winning news,
Used to make me full of rage, ready to kill you.

But your numbers are lately shrinking,
And your message to me is new,
When only SPAM comes over the wire,
My working day is through. 

---

Increasingly often, I take a walk. Each time this happens, I have a thought. This is Nicole Sauce's Thought of the Walk.