Wednesday, March 15, 2006

abhor a will: Dada for a new age

I have never been anything but annoyed by spam emails. Well, I've chuckled at offers to enlarge my penis. After suffering Freud in many critical theory & philosophy courses, I like the idea of a pharmaceutical therapy for penis envy.

But this entry isn't about Freud or modern snake oil. It's about poetry. Or, at least, some bizarre text that was buried in some stock scam spam. I'm tickled. Pink. I'm in love. And so very, very amused. I hope I get more.

So, without further babble, I declare this found poetry. I declare this my found poetry. If I get enough, I might publish my first book of poems. Under my new nom de plume.

"spry an irritably"
by Britodada

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