So the DJ on the radio this morning uttered "This is the spam that I get!" and that just set my mind in motion all morning. Finally after lunch I surrendered to the muse. Hm, I'll have to make the lyrics into a bitmap and slap it onto a box to put in my manual - that way it'd be work-related! :D
There are a few rough spots but on the whole I'm pleased with how it turned out.
Many apologies to Nerissa.
The computer is sluggish, cause Outlook's a hog The CPU's certainly pegged To the user creating a message of import From a spinning cursor of Wait And the user is restless, he's wrestling a deadline And his Inbox is full to the brim But the computer is slow, it can't really do much Now all he can think of is spam. And it all comes back to the mail that waits It all sits in a queue It all comes back to the fact that it's free This is the spam that we get This is the spam that we get. There were "best pharma deals" and penis enlargers And Nigerian 419s There were despots in exile and widows in danger And cable descramblers for free. The user says, "Where is the patch I've looked for" The computer just sits there and blinks Let's go get updates to drive out the errors Office Update, so very slow. And it call comes back to the mail that waits It all sits in a queue It all comes back to the pop-ups we click This is the spam that we get This is the spam that we get. And the mail it was coming and the filters were running And the cursor went round like a wheel There were Nookers and Fruheads, and even some Wordslers Virus scans before every view. And the user says, "Unsub? What a big bummer!" And the computer says, "Yes, it is time" And a request is delivered at the cusp of the deluge And the LISTSERV has good response time. And it call comes back to the mail that waits It all sits in a queue It all comes back to the software that spies This is the spam that we get This is the spam that we get. There are skin creams and potions and frauds and deceptions Viagra, Cialis, Craig Shergold for Guinness There are petitions for Nader, open gateways in Asia Trojans and cruel variants. And the user grew tired and he started to skim He looked through the Inbox and smiled And he sat and filed, read, and deleted All for the love of his friends. And it all comes back to the mail that waits It all sits in a queue It all comes back to the surveys we take This is the spam that we get This is the spam that we get. And it comes back to the mail that waits It all sits in a queue It all comes back to the guestbooks we sign This is the spam that we get This is the spam that we get.© 2004