I wrote this for the sick people whose abusive minds cannot help but try to arrogantly belittle with their nastiness.
There’s no need to name them. They are who they know they are.
They put on their various disguises but are as transparent as the slime they spew.
We seem to have a swarm of them – or only one?
This ones for you.
Mealy mouthed abusers
With their fecal aroma
Of personality decay.
Incapable of intelligent dialogue
Stunted in their world of abuse
They merely deride in mucilaginous
Streams of personal diatribe
Designed to inflict hurt and pain
But hopelessly falling short
In lamentable tirades of utter vomit
That are too extreme to be taken seriously.
In motley disguises,
And cowardly guises,
They carry out
Their reductive dialogue.
Trolls – those who seek to destroy.
Whose hurts, pain and fears
Have poisoned their own psyche
To the extent that they would
Drag others down into the dungeon
Of the sewers they swim in;
With their nightmares and visions.
And their motivation?
To gain perverse pleasure?
To bolster their parchment thin egos?
To vent their hatred?
To give substance to their own fears?
To give credence to their own obnoxious views
Laced with racism and terror.
Trolls – fear-ridden losers,
Damaged and sick,
Whose pain spills out
In the hatred they dispense.
Incapable of presenting a case
Without belittling or demeaning
Without spewing their diseased conceit.
Such weak, sad creatures.
Best consigned to the spam
From whence they cannot crawl
To infect and defile,
Toxify and desecrate
With the crassness and venom
Of their poisonous disgusting minds.