those **** trolls fish for gloom baiting your roses and bloom behind their mask and costume a guise filled with malice loom there spans from the beasts womb a monster preying your doom they take your light to dark displume like fishes facing the jaws of gloom eliot watches schools get entomb like a stepping stone to their fume it takes no rocket scientist's broom to sweep the trolls from the classroom nears the hour of our death, trolls resume
Logan Robertson
8/21/2018
I wrote this poem very impromptu, almost with a giggle like motivation. I was smitten with the attention it's receiving however how I wished it was divided, and a poem like, A Workplace Rendezvous (which I like more than this poem), received a peak (wordplay!)_