411: Spam Poetry

Enlarge your penis, order drugs from Canada, buy cheap cigarettes and so on; they're all the grammatically incorrect enticements that flood your junk mail every day. We'll, we here at The Operator decided when the internet gives you lemons, we're going to make lemonade -- poetry lemonade. Here's a little verse cobbled together from the subject lines of spam messages in our email, we call it "Re: Tarded. I Want To Find My Love."




Safely so Solomon, did he calleth for he is it was hath two hundred
Be at commander
He calamity at eyebrow
Think this is it
Get it now
No no married
Still upset
Ufurniture
A drain
An apply
The tongs from their feet of Israel hath born). And I will do

It ain't Shakespeare, but we think it has a certain Je ne sais quoi. Then again, we're drunk.


Poetry ;Junk Mail ;Spam