-FEED THE TROLL

the air in the room is so still,

the day has just begun,

as the canvas in the sky fades from darkness

a new light,

perhaps this day will bring promising actions,

where the taste of this bitter cigarette lingers on my wool jacket,

like a locomotive streaming its steam in the air as I make forward towards the sunrise.

 

why wait,

each second ticks

yet you worry so much about the little details,

when danger hides inside these obscurities,

you kick,

raising your voice,

throwing your fists,

you scream.

 

SCREAM DAMN IT!

 

you see,

I can be just like you,

did I make any points in your mind?

 

no,

you have no emotion,

as you sit

boasting your greatness

throwing your weight around the room,

I sit here and pour out another drink

the life from within and throughout,

keep in mind you're in it,

be careful,

for you will be remembered as an a*s if such a thing be your choice

 

you see,

I can be just like you.

Reviews

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Hm... Interesting...

I've found myself on both ends of the trolling before, so I can sort of understand where you're coming from... I think trolling doesn't always have to be the way you describe it, though... I think sometimes it can be more subtle, and meaningful. It can actually teach you something, if it's done right.

That's what I think, anyway. I could be wrong...