I never would have thought it, but spam can be oddly... poetic. The following lines were taken from a block of spam text one one of my weblogs. Each line is a verbatim string of text that has not been edited or reordered in any way - all I did was select interesting pieces and put them together, line by line, in poem form. The result, as you can see, is more than a bit freeform, and yet somehow compelling in a certain way.

Bruises showed lose his diving for the firewater

the next girl you duress has handsome living

one they grieving for out instead bones cracked

because children its icy through with the tile

how will chief declaimed her hands like twisted

what just missing this least abruptly surrounded

not come the tangler make sound very firmly

and pretty black held assumed certain respects

vine with and wait anywhere within she paced

purely political laughed again

raided your shall become woven into

quiltlike floor magical creatures the defendant kicked into

are you forever bad man personal pride

watch had piranhas charged package under realized

teeth and terrifying dream she spoke the north

and angels the circuit personal business and arrows

tank the picture hillocks.