My Spammy Heart

Commercial for Spam, Take 1!

Chemically altered, packaged real neat,
Easy to slice, disturbing to eat,
Pungent aroma, comes in a tin,
You'll be needing something sharp
With which to get in...

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Commercial for Spam, Take 2!

Chemically altered, packaged real neat,
Easy to slice, disturbing to eat,
Pungent aroma, comes in a tin,
You'll be needing something sharp
With which to get in...

I wear this hole upon my dress
To show you all just what a mess
I am. Oh, I am
A girl with quite a story
Of aliens, doctors, chemo (gory)
And Spam. Oh, my Spam.
The Alien is cancer.
It lives in me.
My treatment: radiation, chemotherapy.
Oh, my heart.
Please don't hurt my heart.

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Commercial for Spam, Take 3!

My doctor's a killer.
She hates those "C" cells.
And when aggravated, commences to yell,
"Rip it out! Chop off parts! And kill all the rest!"
Through all this torture,
My alien sings its song:
"Why can't we all just get along?"
Oh, my heart.
Please don't hurt my heart.
It is barbaric
But I'm alive.

Bum bum ba bum ba bum ba bum bum
Bum bum ba bum ba bum ba bum bum
Oh, My Spammy Heart!
Bum bum ba bum ba bum ba bum bum
Bum bum ba bum ba bum ba bum bum
Oh, My Spammy...

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Commercial for Spam, Take 4!
My skin feels plastic, my tongue is acidy,
My mood's elastic from this great remedy.
I am. Oh, I am
Spokeswoman for Spam.
Oh, I am...

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I am...

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I am...

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Commercial for Spam, Take 5!

I am...

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Commercial for Spam, Take 6!

I am...
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I am...
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I am...

Chemically altered, packaged real neat,
Easy to slice, disturbing to eat,
Pungent aroma, comes in a tin,
You'll be needing something sharp
With which to get in.
These things all describe
Me and my Spammy Heart.
I'm not your average piece of meat.
I'm a radiated tart.

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(From performance piece, "My Spammy Heart", 1997. See photo in the photo gallery.)



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©1997 Marjorie Morgan