Make it Write
Mister Spam Man
By Fayette Fox
Oh Mister Spam Man,
Bring me some meat.
Your head seems borrowed from the Seventies.
If mine were as well
I might trust you when you say
You are also a photographer.
I might let you take a picture of me
With my own camera,
And not feel fearful
You will call upon your
Spam induced super powers,
And run away into the mens' gym
With my most beloved toy.
If you and I were wearing
Matching Seventies jogging suits,
Yours, maroon with orange trim,
Mine pink with hints of purple,
I might not mind the
Sweat stains on your stomach,
Or feel this need to
Hurry out of the park,
And cross the street
After I thank you,
Mister Spam Man,
For letting me take this picture.
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