36

oh greased breath of life
falling from the can to my
scared quivering lips

35

bitterness follows
recrimination and fear
tricked I ate some Treet

35

In C-T for job.

Looking for work and Spam store.

My quest continues.

34

trapped inside by snow
everyone begins to seem
like spam on the hoof

33

if only it were
thirty inches of new spam
fallen from heaven

32

round one does return
sated after successful
spam shopping journey

31

Trapped under the snow.
Only one thing to eat now.
My lone can of Spam.

30

Girlfriend's kids Spamless.

Pray for their enlightenment.

Corner store delivers.