AHARM Poetry

They Point You, They Web You
They Scram You, They Jam You
They Neut You, and Shoot You
At least They dont mute You.

You Tank Them, You Spank Them
You Web Them, You Dread Them
You Farm Them, and Harm Them
You Shoot Them, You Loot Them

For all the Salvage, and Loot to Sell
Your Head may Swell, for the Iskie Well
Your Targets Now Cry, at the Sound of the Bell
Your Officer Mac, Just Blew Them to He**