Image by Ian W Scott via Flickr
Over on my shockingly neglected poetry blog, I was delighted to read this comment from a new visitor:
Its like you browse my mind!
Every poet hopes to touch their readers in some way, to speak a universal truth. Then I went to return my perceptive reader’s visit: at genitalwarts.
Spam. To misquote Tom Arnold in True Lies (he was referring to women):
Spammers! Can’t live with ’em; can’t kill ’em.
At least it gives me a laugh now and then.
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*The spammers; not the genital warts. Thought I’d better clarify that.
The Laughing Housewife 
But spammers are people too (or sentient machines) maybe your poetry broke through to him/her/it?
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One can only hope. I don’t think anything’s getting past those warts, though. Looking for a picture to illustrate the post, Zemanta took me at my word and showed me some of the grossest things I’ve ever seen. I always imagined those warts to be like the little ones on hands. I almost fainted when I saw how *not* like them they are.
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Divorce the comment from the sender and you have a wonderful commentary, the beginning of an ekphrastic poem.
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Ooooooooo! It’s going in my notebook now.
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I’d chalk that one up to irony in action! Funny!
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Thanks 🙂
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I love the insulting ones. I’m not sure what that say about me!!
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You are a strong, confident woman. And warped. 😀
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Sounds about right!! 😉
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i know what you mean! They say ‘this content i am thinking is terrible. i won’t be back’ —and then there are links in the comment for enlarging various parts…yeh…his comment is REALLY significant LOL
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What strange planet do the spammers come from?
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Bwahahaha, try and Google ‘Blue Waffle’ who visited me recently 😉
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Why do I listen to you??
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No apostrophe I see: should’ve given the game away, perhaps?
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How could such a beautiful comment originate from such a icky place. Spam is such a strange word. I used to only associate the word with canned meat, they love Spam in Hawaii. Now spam means trash or junk mail.
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What a sad letdown! May he be heavily afflicted with what he spams about! Also with a pack of parasitic pests to match himself.
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He did achieve one handy dolphin, though – er, useful porpoise.
He got me to appreciate the magnum opus in question.
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😀
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I hope you gave the spammer a one way ticket to outer Mongolia!
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OHHHH I agree… you do browse my mind!
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Glad you clarified that. I wouldn’t even know what they were except the US Census Bureau collects statistics on STDs and those warts are on the list. And, no, before you ask, I did not leave that comment on your poetry blog. Dianne
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That’s one suspect crossed off the list…
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PS is that brouse my mind or rouse my bind?
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oh that is so wrong
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Which bit? 😉
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Curses! I should know not to drink anything whilst reading your blog! I nearly spewed coffee all over my laptop. Too funny!!!
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Don’t make a mess; we don’t offer refunds 🙂
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haha. the comments are almost as funny as your post!
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They are often funnier. Grinding my teeth 🙂
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Now that was mean spam. I would have fallen for it too…
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We covered the topic of STD’s with our AmeriCorps members . . . genital warts are NASTY!!!
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I saw. Eughh!
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Ooh, I got one from them too (a comment, not the warts). It says: “You’ve got named a terribly sensible details , regards for the post.”
It was a post about the illustrator of Little House in the Big Woods. Not quite sure what attracted the comment – but maybe I don’t want to know.
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too funny!
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I’m trying to work out the significance of the accompanying image…
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It’s a poet. Don’t ask me which one. My only other options all contained the horrible warts we are talking of.
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It’s a great line… you browse my mind. 😆
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