spam poetry: final hours

Spam Uncanned from WikipediaIt is Friday and Friday is spam day and spam day is a day for unexpected fun. Well, until you receive a spam with a less inspirational message. No one likes a Debbie Downer when going through their spam, that’s why there’s so many cock expanding, bank account busting, jewelery blinging type of mails that go around, it’s amazing positive energy. But because I got brought down, you get it too now, so prepare yourself of the spam-set stomach ache after reading (by the way, this wasn’t for the product you think):

The final hours are here! This is your last opportunity before everything slips away. Like a magic spell wearing off once it’s gone, and there’s nothing you can do or say. Keep the miracle alive and act now. There is no tomorrow, only today!

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