Spam I Am:
The Lady Seemed Nice on the Phone

As I wait for snail mail
To find out how I fail
In society's way
To measure up today
I am just hoping that Social Security
Takes the answer of a social cancer like me
And will then leave me alone
To just be this little-known
And mentally-disabled poet which I am
Emailing myself to those who think I am spam

People delete what they cannot eat
Having consumed me now they excrete
But the lady seemed nice on the phone
Consumption: excretion
Assumption: deletion
In reality things look bleak for me
I am a homeless man in a house
I have a cat but I am the mouse
Yet what do I know of reality?
And the lady seemed nice on the phone

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

Yaaay... this is happier. Keep up the cheeriness... It's a nice change. Nice poem by the way... short and sweet with a lovely end. Nice work,
misty..