I Sing of Spam

I sing of spam,
Not meat like ham.
It comes in bits
And gives us fits

So much comes in,
flooding our bin.
We cannot read
the stuff we need

It's not all fun,
games to be won.
There are bad guys,
criminal lies.

It's about cash,
money, your stash.
They want to trick,
Just have to click.

Or choose "Reply".
Let your words fly
Tell them your name,
You are to blame.

Credit card lost,
Drugs for low cost.
4-1-9 scams,
All come from spams.

Should we give up?
One string, two cup?
Filter or read?
It's help we need.