I'm JS. I get emails and
I'm a bad Beat Poet. 

Mega millions swirl, a roulette wheel in the cosmos,

Your dollars dance like fireflies in the midnight haze,

And here I am, just a speck in the universe,

Caught in the whirl, the electric hum of chance...

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The words drip like rain on a cracked windowpane,

Peace of God, you say, whispers in the night,

But shadows follow light, and this tale, it’s heavy,
A widow’s woe,  wrapped in sorrow... 

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Your codes roll in like the tides,

582727, 325135, numbers promise a slice of heaven,

But oh, the fine print, the asterisks,

The garlic bread that comes with caveats...

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The name hums, a neon jingle in the endless dark,
Mystery wrapped in a box of air,
A survey’s bait, a dangling thread,
For a prize that whispers promises thin as smoke...

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Your flames flicker in my inbox again,
Unbidden, unrelenting,
The roar that drowns my silent plea,
"Unsubscribe," I whisper, but your fire rages on...

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Your whispers creep through the wires,
Price drops and promises, stickers that speak,
A world where every surface becomes a canvas,
And every object, a proclamation...

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