SPAMŽ

Haiku

  • Blue can of steel
    What promise do you hold?
    Salt flesh so ripe

  • Can of metal, slick
    Soft center, so cool, moistening
    I yearn for your salt

  • Twist, pull the sharp lid
    Jerks and cuts me deeply but
    Spam, aah, my poultice

  • Silent, former pig
    One communal awareness
    Myriad pink bricks

  • Clad in metal, proud
    No mere salt-curing for you
    You are not bacon

  • And who dares mock Spam?
    You? You? You are not worthy
    Of one rich pink fleck

  • Like some spongy rock
    A granite, my piece of Spam
    In sunlight on my plate

  • Little slab of meat
    In a wash of clear jelly
    Now I heat the pan

  • Oh tin of pink meat
    I ponder what you may be:
    Snout or ear or feet?

  • In the cool morning
    I fry up a slab of Spam
    A dog barks next door

  • Pink tender morsel
    Glistening with salty gel
    What the hell is it?

  • Ears, snouts, and innards
    A homogenous mass
    Pass another slice

  • Old man seeks doctor
    I eat Spam daily, he says
    Angioplasty

  • Highly unnatural
    The tortured shape of this food
    A small pink coffin

  • Pink beefy temptress
    I can no longer remain
    Vegetarian

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