Oh, spammer most vile
Ye sicken me to my very heart
and maketh me want to puketh wretched bile
and pierceth thine intestines with a poisoned dart.
What harmful thing befell ye, nasty sot
to maketh ye such a twisted fuck?
I careth not – for ye deserveth to rot
and have thine eyes eaten out by a dingo.
and take your porn with you.
You piece of
*Hey, it has fourteen lines. It’s almost a real sonnet.