Spam as Poetry

I'm paying the price of living life at the limit.
Round the corner every morning just to see who gets across.
Invisible.
You woke me up just to check that I'm alive.
Despondent.
By suicidal fair lectern, asphyxiation incubation. Period.
Gaggle in community center the campaign of resurrected beggar of tongue-tied asylum as splash-sports.
Is deft to bamboozle a politician.
I'm a professional cynic, but my heart's not in it.
Piteous and callousness is knockdown and dragout: a languid gravel and this spot they are as boundary crew cut the lad at the isolated foam rubber job, with workload.
Sergeant major of the neighbourhood is weighing up the cost.
Seating that insidious to snowboarding the frantically adjacent caricature, practically as a backup.
And they're digging up the road and widening it just so you can suffocate at home.
Connotation is fatherhood, misconception, mathematics. Pardon?