When I Ate SPAM A LOT

Political and Socially Conscious Free Verse Poetry

I grew up poor

So when mom
Went to the store
She would come back
With a couple cans
Of Spam
So needless
To say I ate
Spamalot
As she would serve it
With eggs and
A side of grits
I have to admit
How much I hated it
Because Spam was like
Green Eggs and Ham
So it was no use
Not even Dr. Seuss
Could get me to like it
Glad my name was
Never, ever 

Was Sam I am

Now years later
What I got is
Spamalot in my
Inbox that never
Stops
It keeps on haunting
Me
This time not in my stomach
But in technology
Showing up in reviews
Obscuring my political views
Clogging up my emails
Causing my messages
To fail
I am unable to filter out
This mess
As this rhetoric
SPeaks Against Me
(S.P.A.M.)

Do you know who I am?

Nefarious AKA Mr. Serious

AKA Mr. Furious
And I don't give
A damn
Who doesn't like me
And my poetry.

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Spam does not go well with poetry, but with eggs? Oh yes, I love scrambled eggs and spam, sam i am not,
but i do love scrambled eggs and spam (the bacon flavored kind)---
weird poet with a weird appetite.
And the best poetry comes from the poet who doesn't give a damn about being liked, but tells it like it is.
j.

[Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey]

thank you for your support and giving me the strength and courage to be me despite the negativity that comes my way....