Poem: Email

Just another e-mail
that batters my brain.
Just another email
which fills me with pain.

Just another e-mail
which keeps asking "Why?"
Just another e-mail
that's making me sigh.

There's rarely good news,
it's usually just crap.
The made up waste matter
of people in stacks.

As crap-throwing monkey's
we've come not so far,
for email-throwing humans
is what we now are.