to the gods of spam

this is no canned mystery meat–
who ever saw a field
dotted with grazing spam
or fed a flock of spam
or saw spam fly south
for the winter–
so anything cut
from a mythical animal
is a gift
from the gods driving
internet astrologers
and psychic friends

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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12 Responses to to the gods of spam

  1. jmgoyder says:

    I find the spam thing rather fascinating but also awful – your poem is so good!

  2. GinAndTulips says:

    I adore this Susan. Bravo!

  3. Green Speck says:

    Spams are a part of life today, so as to say 🙂

  4. unfetteredbs says:

    spam the meal of kings of we kids of the 70’s.

    • Susan L Daniels says:

      Heh–I think my mom served it a couple of times–not many…she was more of the hot dog type when it camr time to serve mystery meat…

  5. LOL…LOL…LOL.. I LOVE Spam!

  6. nelle says:

    No, no, no Monty Python!

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