Spam Art

I can't imagine someone hasn't already run with this idea, but it strikes me that the random text that spammers put in their email to get around Beysian filters constitutes some pretty fine (simulated) stream of consciousness poetry. Check out this gem I received this morning (actual spam payload deleted):

With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
The high whites spread over the buried earth.
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down to
Out of the road into a way across
X. The British Attack on the Arctic
II. List of Franklin Search Parties
will come, blighting our harbingers of spring,
Of the matter of snow here. Both of us have grasped
Palladio who beckons from the other shore,
That squareOh, 56 x 56
They move against, or through, or by, or toward.
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
Of observation lying on the ground
then takes a step back, to be safe as she reaches.
Empty streets I come upon by chance,
Pierced by the mist that fades away,
XI. Franklin's Last Voyage

Rhyme on, oh random word generator poet. I think it should be titled Early Bird Specials.

Update: Fixed formatting.