Trolls have notoriously poor eyesight
And their memories
Also seem lacking
So many of them
Forget what they just said
And repeat it
Repeat it
Again and again
(And again and again)
On until who knows when
Stupidity back to backing
They feed upon moldy outrage
It’s like blue cheese without any
Dairy
They love to use tag words
They didn’t create
Like calling a gay person
“Fairy”
And though it’s been heard
Umpteen times before
They LOL at themselves
Like they just created
A new blockbuster score
And the more people they anger
The more “famous” they feel
I suppose, though, fame isn’t
Really real
But the fakest fame
Is less than lame
But to those who crave it
It’s somehow the same
In their deluded, hungry eyes
They think there’s a
Troll “Nobel prize”
And they seek it out
Their dream is to be
A winner of something
Imaginary
By annoying almost everybody