Have I given you a clue? (a letter to scammers worldwide)

Why are spiked collars so common,

If they are considered rare?

Why do we value such fancy neckwear?

Pink, black, green, yellow, red, orange and blue,

That's all the jammers care about,

Have I given you a clue?

What happened to the time of making friends,

Hosting parties, playing games, chatting till day's end?

Many jammers say a spike is what they really yearn,

They scam for something made of pixels that they could have earned.

All the people care about is how rare you really are,

If you aren't, they leave you in the dust,

Nowadays rare items are definitely a must.

Dozens of things in a hoard,

Jammers wish and dream they could have,

Beta, glitched, spiked, feathered and more,

Those are the only things people seem to adore.

Whatever happened to making friends?

Where did the days go where we could make amends?

How many times have you let a good friendship die,

For you were so busy with rare items, you never said "Hi"?

Your headdress, your spike, those items you prize,

Dozens of rare items, scattered before your eyes,

Scammed for each one, stole them you did.

Have I given you a clue?

Trickery and greed inside of you it grew,

Leaving hardworking jammers feeling quite blue.

What happened to learning,

Watching movies,

Sharing stories and songs?

Rare items define "Animal Jam",

I've known it all along.

What happened to having fun with friends,

With some chats so silly?

Where did the joy in this game go?

Fading away into a pile of rares...

Have I given you a clue?

(I know, I know, I suck at poetry.)