The doggerel in SPAM headlines shouldn't go to waste. It should be turned into poetry.
The Dadaists of Zurich,1917 would have their corresponence filtered and blocked. The New York Fluxus movement would screech to a halt. Thank god for SPAM. Although it will not lower your mortgage rates or heighten your penis, it will turn you into Ezra Pound. Observe:
I KNEW YOU LOVED ME BACK! (AFICIONADO )
With discipline comes expertise , says a radar cashier ,who sits averting yoghurt .
Congenial and autonomous, her brave loess deposits conduce Jennings Edison to blasphemy (ibid)
A nominal sawbelly landlord has seven benzenes like the seven hills of Rome , the seven Tibetan cuisines,
your seven jewelled eyes in the inkdark sea
The Vassar extracurricular manual state that a man-grl can be best .
It goes on to suggest that if colicky and lined up , cocooned at the core of the Beresford Tollgate, we can set up a secret rendezvous tonight. On that , punitive Venetians can agree.
Oh! The apostolic passion of an ingrown Chevrolet biography!
Oh! The alternate pedagogy of shrimp!
I bestow a coat of commensurable gravy on a basel bohemia,as cattlemen bounce and clank,
thinking about Bitches From Hungary .