2,222 and Rising

They come and come and come.

2,222 and Rising

 

By Elton Camp

 

That is the number of spammers I’ve blocked

But the flood it has just stemmed, not stopped

 

For every time that I open my in-box e-mail

Still more scams do my senses irritate & assail

 

Just today, yet another Internet lottery I’ve won

To get a million bucks, they say, will be such fun

 

Oh, and just look at this extremely nice surprise

My e-mail’s been randomly chosen for a prize

 

And somebody has a problem with gender ID

I’ve been selected Woman of the Year, I see

 

Then, oh my, there has been another plane crash

The bank wants me to claim all the family cash

 

A foreigner of a business partner is in great need

I can get rich by investing only some chicken feed

 

Another young lady wants me to sponsor her

“And, I will bring millions with me, kind Sir.”

 

Again some rich woman is just about to die

To get me to accept her money she does try

 

Here is an official in the greatest African bank

He offers a corrupt proposal that’s so rank

 

It makes me wonder who falls for stuff like this

But if they send enough, I guess they can’t miss