Spam Proje©t
or
Does Ur Cock Hard Enough? 

Spam is the bane of my daily electronic experience.  Individually a mild annoyance, cumulatively they amount to hours lost to highlighting and deleting.  And as laws and Internet security systems become more stringent, spammers have had to become more creative in developing schemes to get their shit through to me.  This includes not only using false and protean email aliases, but also employing clever linguistic tricks to fool the hapless spam filters that today guard every corporate email server (I can’t help picturing the smiling, vacant sentries charged with guarding the king’s effeminate son, who just wanted to sing, in “Monty Python’s The Holy Grail.”).  In the subject field of their emails, spammers will often use symbols or slight misspellings so that any human reader can easily see what the message intends to convey:  “C$ALIS,” “Mortagge ratee approval,” “Peniss Enlargement Breakthrough!”  Some spammers, however, in their exploitation of these constrictive parameters, have (wittingly or not) created a new brand of haiku—terse, nonsensical, but often poetic zingers that are perhaps intended to pique the bemused reader into opening the obnoxious email hocking sexual enhancements, porn, prescription drugs, or pre-approved mortgage financing products.

After deleting thousands of these messages, I realized I was throwing away a vast and curious collection of found poetry.  Fortunately, my poor electronic housekeeping skills allowed me to retrieve most of these from my deleted items folder.