| Grotesque pinkish mass In a blue can on a shelf Quivering alone |
Like some spongy rock A granite, my piece of Spam In sunlight on my plate |
| The color of Spam is natural as the sky: A block of sunrise |
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 |
Cube of cold pinkness Yellow specks of porcine fat Give me a spork please |
| Old man seeks doctor "I eat Spam daily", he says. Angioplasty |
Highly unnatural The tortured shape of this "food" A small pink coffin |
| Slicing your sweet self Salivating in suspense sizzle, sizzle... Spam |
Pink beef temptress I can no longer remain Vegetarian |
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