There is privacy pirating and phishing.
I’d rather go for a day of fishing.
There’s a file especially made for spam
That stains everything like loganberry jam.

The email box is more cunning than a fox
And the constant crap is a poisonous trap
for us old-fashioned computer hacks –
the harmless kind, not the ones who attack.

There’s an overload of annoying tiny toads
Peeping and leaping, waiting to implode.
Copyright codes by the shipload.
And invitations to buy secondhand commodes.

My email is full of corruption and graft.
No wonder I invented my personal spacecraft
So I can flee the grasp of Pandora’s wicked downdraft.

Editor: Erynn Crittenden