If you automatically get relegated?
When deletion eliminates you,
in my trash can,
Why keep sending?
So I have to put you down?
An Exuberant futility,
your exuberance pushing send in the face
of failure, the futility of defeating my spam box
never reaching you,
One day we'll all understand,
and test your miracle,
we'll measure and lie and smile and talk,
asking for returns, money back and postage free,
and that's when you'll stop hitting send,
Your spam doing all the work,
an answer content in our futility,