Poetry

 One of the ways I amuse myself every once in a while is to leaf through a still-in-the-bubble old issue of Wired. It reminds me of reading the copies of Soviet Life, the Novosti Press agency soviet propaganda magazine that my dad got. (The USIA published a magazine, AMERIKA, in the USSR in a peaceful-coexistence move. I'd dearly love to see some of those.) 

However, I found something altogether different today. I found sheer poetry. It's from the alert list of Cameo, a corporate E-Mail monitoring system.

Here, from the March 2000 issue:

bimbo

alarm pad

David Duke

resumé

fondle

ATF

job offer

ammonium nitrate

reefer

I'll show him/her

fertilizer

anarchy

signing bonus

bacteriological

meth

copyright

Puerto Rican

stress

pipe bombs

unfair

Aryan

performance review

I think the sexual ambiguity at the center gives it power, and the structurally brilliant and appropriate touch of putting the title at the end perfects the effect.

It's as least as good as "Eisenhower! Your mimeograph machine upsets my stomach!"