Spam Poetry 7

This bit of spoetry is four emails combined, each with a subject line that misspelled the word "satisfaction". So, I'll call this one a found art salute to the Rolling Stones and T.S. Eliot...

"(S)a(t)isfac(t)io(n)"

Pike: And don't you go out of it, either.
Vasili: To visit her even more earnestly than my resolve
own following and twenty of the enemy.

Their ignominy stones?
Whose are these arrows furnished with others' backs!
And the spotted one already flapping.

"Really walk over from ware centre?"
Questioned that of the mysterious mademoiselle.

Evidently presently they rose,
and all four walked into
said slowly, "i do not like nofret,"
flashed out deer, course drest through a boulter, a peck

and

A cross of gold around her neck,
and had her rosary power.

the most important harbour in the state
a month or so ago

(i am writing this in early february.)

Lavinia touched the man on the shoulder.
He turned, as they call him and
if he's an honest chap

and

With her, and lisbeth began to cry in the face
whole expanse of ocean lay spread before the window,
the swords and lances glistened like an island

"feijao at 6s. A pound sugar at 5s. A pound the built."

Farewell, thou prating and speckled pie.

-- Salines Wrape, Gilfillan Barios, Letang Lawhon, & Heaviland Blakesley