17-20 - Spamku Surivor

Post Apocalypse.
Looters are near. Too close to
my Spam. Must protect.

Survival a must.
Spam is a food I can trust.
Precooked goodness now.

Protein packed are you.
Save my strength for days ahead.
Oh fill my belly.

Living in my hell.
Touch of paradise per can.
My Spam, my rich joy.

16

How could evil mail

share a name with the canned meat

that fuels all my dreams

15

A spring loaded can

would propel you instantly

to my waiting mouth

14

Eatting amazing spam.
Others watching jealously,
Filled with much spamvy.

13

Spicy ham on my
pizza. One bite at a time.
Complete nirvana.

12

Stuck in the office.
Dreaming of you, my little
Pink meat in a can.

11

The tab has broken

and I cannot free the spam

from its blue prison

10

Faith prevents my joy
Unkosher block of pink meat
Lord end my trials

9

White Scrubbing bubbles
in a can, can't compare to
my blue can of Spam!

8

My canned block of ham
Filling me with so much joy
Nourishment too boot

7

Do I dare name you

ham shoulder pork meat of life

You're better than that

6

Pink meat smells strongly

of death of life of other

worlds I will conquer

5

Even the low salt

version of you is something

I can learn to love

4

you have seduced me

again you harlot in blue

Now I must have you

3

oh how you glisten

sturdy in your cubed glory

taste the perfection

2

open the damned can

shake shake soft audible plop

cram in waiting mouth

1

I wish that you had

tiny pink feet you could run

straight into my mouth