Friday, April 9, 2010

Born in the Year of the Spam

Scan by the legs when you're stuck in your pram,
lasers for eyes detecting all of their limbic scams.
They thought all this data would be impossible to cram,
now they will be sorry for underestimating the power of Spam.

Recollecting its birth and its subsequent span ...
seemed impossible that it could have come from a can.
Incredulous, it began believing in some master Plan
devised by a Genius unfathomable by any mortal man.

Now eaten only by half at 90, well past the sell-by date.
Still kept as antiquity to serve as an example of Fate.
Everytime the fridge door parts, it shivers, anticipates --
only to be reminded of its place by all the new crates.

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