Junk Poetry

Sometimes I kind of enjoy the crazy junk E-mails that show up in my inbox. Like the woman who needs my help getting the inheritance her father left her. It's such a shame his business partner betrayed him and killed him, after all. The broken English is such a hoot. So imagine my delight when I opened up one called "simsim" to find a little stream of consciousness poetry following their sales pitch for pirating software. In the interest of furthering artistic expression, I present it to you here in full:

Nei Ho,

Are you a frequennt visitor of retaiil sooftware stores?

We know what you're overpayiing for:
- box manufactturing

- CD
- saalesperson salary
- Reent of shop spacee
- Year-too-year increasingg taxes in your counttry

Well, what for ?! You're able to downlload evverything legally NOW! Fabulouss range of sooftware and LOW prices will make you smile and save your money! Welcome to [oh no, I won't put the link in here!]

Moreover the rector's righthand man, ready to impedes thee
from the golden round, which fate 'em. I suppose if nathan,
the shipping clerk, mistress remained untouched by them,
being one the fruit which was upon the trees: but as they
o'clock. I hope nothing further has happened. And steered
toward the sound. The game path which he observed, with
a great steam i'll pay you well tents and huts. Manco pointed
to it with an expression before he was down again. Come,
my friend, said it was possible that in its oldspeak formenglish
is not sufficiently honourable for his ambition. Of commerce
in your kingdom. For this kind of oysters parboil'd, and
some cock stones. Fry the of my heart, light of my eyes,
oh, hear thy father's.