E-mail Crap (The Dreaded Bulk Mail)

Emails are full of crap these days
My bulk folder had seen it all.
Cheap drugs, fast cash, cool cars, high class,
fifty percent off stimulus drugs to fight my ED
and a bigger penis for my girlfriend to see.

Oh, for crying out loud!
I am a woman, you imbeciles!
And quite frankly, I don't want to be seeing
THAT for a while.

In the bulk folder is where it all piles up
And the trash is where it will finally end up.
I don't understand why they can't leave me alone
And no! I don't want to have sex over the phone!


S. M. Saves: The poem was originally entitled "E-Crap" then changed to "Email Crap". Since the title isn't exactly G rated I changed it a third time to "The Dreaded Bulk Mail" to be on the safe side.