Got this shit in one of my little known email accounts. Apparently, someone found my profile and decided to email me a poem... The rest... well... it was mired in dyslexia (let's all laugh at him!):

Hello teehr!!

The future is... black.The wrsot nightmare I ever had about Vietnam was that I had to go back. I wkoe up in a sweat, in total teorrr.
If help and salvation are to cmoe, they can only come form the chiledrn, for the chilredn are the makers of men.
True politeness consists in being easy one's slef, and in making eevry one about one as easy as one can.
Lvoe, you are eretnal like springtime.
Life is the farce which eevryone has to pfmeror.
Ceomdy is an escape, not form truth but form despair a narrow escape into faith.
Like a Frecnh peom is life being only pfecert in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingeld the feminine are.
Dsepair is pfetcerly compatible with a good dinenr, I promise you.
Blsdoens is businses is the first, seoncd, and third thing.
Salang slente

Steven, have you been emailing me from an account I don't know about? LOL QUIT CRUISIN' ME