Topic: Spam

It might not be the best idea to ask horny, spammy internet robots for romantic advice on Valentine's Day. But they're going to offer that advice anyway, because that is what they do.

In which robo-hucksters offer some constructive criticism and sage advice about improving the site, and also discuss problems at home, and finally offer an amazing deal on "sex tubes."

A new poem about writing less and nail fungus, brought to you by the hundreds of spam comments that we delete every week. Don't thank us, thank the internet.

It is the poet's job to provoke us to think, and feel, in new ways. It is the spammer's job to embed hyperlinks to bootleg headphones and running shoes in chunks of garbage prose. Here is where the two meet, on the battlefield of politics and prose. Or whatever.