Just imagine
as scullery flunkeys
of wild and demented imaginations
and there you
not significant talented or worthy enough
to have trolls in fervent devoted attendance
no body carries you in mind with raging passion
no body spending time imagining horrors to you
not a soul envy or harbour burning jealousy about anything
about you
to nurse debilitating resents and hate cause you are
such nondescript and unremarkable nobodies
there's nobody huffing and puffing aimlessly about you
or even huffing and puffing pointedly because you stand out
truth is
you do not matter much
just another face in the crowd of faces in crowd
Joe Bloggs, Miss or Mrs Bloggs, teenagers Bloggs and family Bloggs
you all are just not important enough
significant or remarkable or mildly talented enough
to merit trolls
so in anger self loathing and inadequacies
you become trolls
its about all you are fit for
but its hazardous for you may all
eventual drown in your ****