Spamademic Prose

I got this in my spam box this morning. It reads to me like some beatnik poetry. I picture somebody up on stage reading each verse with jagged passion, pausing to let each meaningful sentence absorb into the hungry minds of the willful audience:

Other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them;
they redheaded cretin,
you dragged that bastard on your back- bone,
you ass.
You Where had he heard that?
The memory of his life on Earth was falling


Cooooool Daddio........