Spammers!

You be too damn mean!

You take up my time,

and you make me wanna scream.

From yo crappy comments,

and cheap ads, I glean,

your malicious ways, and constant streams,

just sucking up my time

with a daily cleaning.

I don’t want no cheap club tickets,

I don’t want no cheap team jerseys,

Yo Purses are fake

and I don’t read Chinese!

Yo grammar sucks, like yo junky products.

What you provide  are just

Crappy aggravations

And all are blocked, so I simply “Click and Delete”

your captured comments that never get spread.

But, I finally went to see my Voodoo Witch,

named Mama Latour,

and she be a Bitch.

I gave my money to my Voodoo honey

and your web  address too, and assured you are cursed.

Well, she chanted and sang such awful songs

then she made a potion, of cat hair and dung.

Finally, she grabbed the potion

and dancing around,

she put a curse on you, in a Cajun notion.

So, Spammers beware, ’cause

from now on your breath is gonna smell

just like your feet.

Your hair will fall out,

in bunches I was assured,

and you will pass gas,

wherever you go.

by Don Bobbitt, 2014