New Mail

A short poem that reflects on getting junk e-mail instead of something from a friend.

"You have new mail."
Damn, they did it again!
Twas a can full of spam,
Not mail from a friend.

It said I'd be interested,
Said I'd be longing to know.
So, they sent me this message
Telling me just were to go.

I peaked at the preview
Then I clicked on delete;
Something "bout singles,
And where we could meet.

It kind of upsets me,
To find junk here like this;
I'd much rather find mail
From my friends that I miss.

~write soon I miss you~