Our system is not burdened
with our names in local chat
But with cloaky spies
who have their eyes
upon grid where we rat.

Our accent contains letter Vs
In our chats through and through
To stave off the surprise attacks of
T3s saying BOO!

We accept our sturdy ships
are dead once they undock
But if we harvest the Blue Loot
Our bank accounts will rock

Content is not very far
Because algorithmically
The game spawns bridges to our foes
oh so fically

CCP writes "FUCK YOU"
upon the Stars we scan
But there is no other home for us;
J-Space is where we stand.