Nuthin Special...

When man done suck cane he dash peeling pan ground. After the storm comes the calm Promises are like babies Easy to make, hard to deliver But whoso committeth adultery with a woman lacketh understanding: he that doeth it destroyeth his own soul.

This was in my inbox at work today. It was marked SPAM but I almost think it could be some sort of Dada poetry. It almost makes sense in a weird sort of way. I think they wanted to sell me a diploma for a non-accredited post graduate degree.