SPAM
by Jill Stockinger
If it was not spam, I would own
an Apple watch, a set of silver cutlery,
a Dyson vacuum cleaner,
the Grand Prize of a lottery
in Ireland (which I never entered)
and many other things, all lovely.
Such promised “gifting”
should be trusted no more
than an evil witch’s words in fairy tales;
we must treat such words with scorn.
Evil is all around us,
just as those stories warned,
and these days, it’s packaged inside
the email we call spam.
(And by the way,
despite what that message may say,
there is no Nigerian prince
asking for our help today,
and if you're called
by phone to make sudden bail,
— there is no grandchild
languishing in some jail.)
This is not someone being funny.
Simply put, it’s all a plot
to take from us
what we have got
and they have not—
our money.
So it is important for us
to use the delete key diligently,
with no peeking first; opening spam
enables hidden malware to be
installed and then we accidentally spread
a destructive virus, hurting friends and family!