Online Tasteless Meat

I remember when my mother gave me this one particular sandwich.
It had mustard, lettuce, and tomatoes on top of some meat.
At first bite I was not sure to swallow or spit.

I for sure did bitch!
What was said to be a tasty treat,
I learned later was something I just called … it!

Now, years go by with all to enjoy being online.
A great way to communicate by email over snail mail.
Then something just like the meat that I dislike . . . hits with a bam!

It angers me so that my patience usually ends at the count of nine.
Coming in all types of packages, even leading some to jail.
Oh, I pray that someone finally gets rid of spam!

David G. Bancroft
Copyright 2003
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