Ode to a spammer

You send me
emails daily.
Your ineloquent musings
litter the screen,
consume my inbox,
and clutter my mind.
You profess promises
of large erections,
weight loss, and funds
from a prince of Nigerian descent.
Your misspellings
glare at me
from the corners
of HTML-less windows,
and grammar
hangs its head
in shame
at your butchery
of our language.
Is this where education
goes to die?
In the dirty underbelly
of a message originating
from @maweza.co.za?
I wonder what decisions
are to blame for this
choice of direction.
Was it a misunderstanding
of elementary language,
symbols and rules too obscure,
too confining?
Was it a rebellious outburst,
a defiant shout into the void
declaring “I am more than
what you expect of me?”
Or maybe it was an acceptance.
A sad, acceptance of your fate,
of conning the less aware
by less proficient tactics.
Whatever the reason,
your hard work gets
the recognition it deserves
with the press of a button
marked D-E-L-E-T-E.