Sounds of Spammage
By: Seanette Blaylock
Inspired By: "an old thread I found in my Humor archive in Agent."
Parody of Sound of Silence by Paul Simon (License owner unknown)

HELO relay, our old friend,
We see you're open wide again.
Because the spamware softly spewing
Left its spoor while we were sleeping.
And the bounces that were scattered on the Net
Leave a trail
To track the sounds of spammage.

In greedy dreams they like to loll
KFC and PBR,
Buy the Desktop Net Nazi list,
They try to hide from the sysadmins' blocking,
When the plugs are pulled by the wrath of the ISP
They cry law suite
And claim the right to spammage.

And in the trailer parks we saw
Ten thousand spammers, maybe more
Spammers spewing without caring,
Servers crashing without warning
Spammers sending junk that most eyes never read
And no one cares
To hear the sounds of spammage.

"Fools", we say, "you do not know
Spammage like a cancer grows.
Read NANAE that they might teach you.
Get Sam Spade that it might help you."
And our words, like welcome raindrops, fell
On fighters' ears
And spelled the doom of spammage.

And the people cried and pled,
To the gods of RBL.
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written in the AUP
and TOS
And will still the sounds of spammage."