In cyberspace where shadows creep,A spammer wakes from endless sleep,With fingers nimble, heart so cold,In search of prey, their tales unfold.
"I'm a spammer," they proclaim,A title worn without shame,Through digital realms, they swiftly roam,Planting seeds of chaos, far from home.
Inboxes filled with messages, unsought,Their words like poison, cunningly wrought,They dance within the web's dark maze,Leaving trails of confusion in their craze.
With every click, they cast their net,A tangled web, a wicked bet,Their motives hidden, shrouded in deceit,They sow the seeds of discord, indiscreet.
But in this vast and boundless space,There's hope and light, a saving grace,For guardians rise, with fire and might,To combat spam and endless blight.
So heed this warning, far and wide,Against the spammer's wicked tide,In unity, we stand, we fight,To keep our digital world alight.