(A found poem, comprising titles from my spam)
I.
A certain tenseness could be sensed in the atmosphere of the household
I have read your treatise–a very useful work, but stupid
The man from the centre realised that he couldn’t draw blood there either, so he went back to the subject of the tung
So I stood upright, protecting my head and neck with my arms and hands as well as with the cloak
It is for the promise of the solution
Load bearing fruit cake
II.
You have new mail from Natalia, 25, Russia, dating
The woman’s face changed before his eyes
Thoughts of reprisals fill her mind.
Why be an average guy any longer
But maybe it could never be the same, I told myself
Sorry, man. I have to go