Sonnet to a Spammer*

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.

DIE!
DIE!
DIE!

and take your porn with you.
You piece of
Dirt.

*Hey, it has fourteen lines. It’s almost a real sonnet.

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