Who is this?
Who is this spammer that knows?
by joseph hargraves
Who is this spammer that knows
that I want Viagra? And cheap, no
prescription Vicodin? Who told him
I wanted a bigger dick? And to look at
big tits? He knows me better than
my friends; cares more than family.
He thinks about me all the time. He
is going to transfer 25 million dollars
from his Nigerian Bank into my US
account because I just sent him my
information. He emails me all day,
everyday. For the first time in
my life someone really loves me.
I knew someone would write this poem eventually. What I didn’t know is that they’d come up with such a good angle for expressing it. Nice.
Flaubert’s parrot!
Flaubert’s Parrot? You saying this an exercise in postmodernism?
what isn’t. The preponderance of post-modernist-ish-esque-isms there are, one would think a schema of niches deconstructing the post-modern would have an eventual conclusion of a denouements.
Not sure what the referenced book reference is referring to. Perhaps if I strain my neck I could get it up my own far enough to see what he’s looking at.
The ending to Education Sentimental, the parrot apparition, a symbol of illusie desire and futility.
The poet got my reference automatically. Hfx, don’t strain anything except your peaches. hehe
Only cling peaches get strained. I got freestones.
I know this guy too!!! Is he for real? I wonder where he was and what he did before the age of the Internet?
I’m guessing vaudeville, three-card monte, and the art of the deal.