This is a poem.
Not spam.
I’m not the widow
of the former Nigerian foreign minister
requesting your help
to move ten million
to an American bank.
I’m not selling penis enlargers
or pirate cable boxes.
My links won’t take you
to a hard-core site
nor phish you with
a phony eBay.
I’ve no new stocks
to trumpet,
no labor saving devices
to extol.
This is a poem.
A love poem in fact.
And I love e-mail addresses.
All ten million
that I send this to.
John Grey: Australian-born poet, U.S. resident since late seventies. Works as financial systems analyst. Recently published in Connecticut Review, Kestrel, and Writer’s Bloc with work upcoming in Pennsylvania English, Alimentum, and The Great American Poetry Show.
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