SPAM haikus
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 homogeneous 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 Veget...