Ron's ode to SPAM

You haunt me my friend.
You play with my pride.
You promise me money.
You say that you have naked pictures of Brittney Spears that in a weak moment I'd really like to see.

You haunt me my friend.
You come disguised with smiles.
You come as a reply, a request.
A yo! A how's it going? A this hot teen chick with supple breasts in a Catholic schoolgirl uniform wants to date me.

You haunt me.
But you don't care.
You haunt me.