Spam: A Song of Myself

Don't fuck with me
I am spam
Don't lie to me
that's what I am.

The time has come
to be myself
in a can
and on a shelf.

Made from meat
of missing link
my shell is gelatinous
my heart is pink.

Where am I from
some may wonder
I materialize whole
to kill your hunger.

Yummy crap
and processed goo
I lie in waiting
just to feed you.

Don't fuck with me
I am spam
Don't lie to me
that's what I am.