The weak are the most treacherous of us all. They come to the strong and drain them. They are bottomless. They are insatiable. They are always parched and always bitter. They are everyone's concern and like vampires they suck our life's blood.
It is a talent of the weak to persuade themselves that they suffer for something when they suffer from something; that they are showing the way when they are running away; that they see the light when they feel the heat; that they are chosen when they are shunned.
What's in Spam?
nostrils brains?and eyes
intestinal linings and uteri?
anything swept from the slaughterhouse floor?
except the blood already out the door
Spam comes from offal
Spam smells... awful
from murdering pigs Hormel makes Spam
from butchering pigs Hormel makes ham.