and how does one,
become an orc...
from being labelled
a troll,
when...
not buying
a **** of
butter, a pint of milk,
a dozen's shack
of carrots,
a dozen of eggs...
and three irish ciders
in a supermarket?
oh... right...
****'s sake!
wake up!
own a pet tarantula
you *******
*****!
cats are so
autistic,
and 20th century!
and women friendly!
blaaaaaaaah!
and then...
"funny"...
suddenly died;
me?
oh i was waiting
for that to happen,
hence my clinginess
attitude...
i kept telling them:
i'm about to revise
the blank page
i'm about to revise
the blank page
i'm about to revise
the blank page...
they listen?
nope...
orc bypassed
the troll,
bypassing the goblin...
and...
oh ****,
no hey, but hey presto!
i'm not even trying...
i hate trying...
trying is...
trying...
when it arrives
from an authenticity
of, competent
reactionary...
something, or other...
yeah...
i'm really gagging
for the marching orders...
a dog barking in
the night tells me:
crock-****...
why would
i decide to understand
dog barking...
as, being...
more informative
to... whatever spew
is about to arrive from
the attention seeking
******?
the dog is barking again...
i'll put my faith
in that...
i've lost any ability
to trust my fellow man...
sorry...
no...
no: is the new now...
can't do it...
let's revise...
keep up with the graffiti...
there are...
internet trolls...
which are...
the extended...
interaction with
internet goblins...
me? oh... sure sure,
internet identity politics...
moi?
internet orc...
what's that?
dunno...
a casual variant of
the sort of societal
formality,
without any uninhibited
& depersonalized
internet interaction
to mimic societal
standards?
i made a spelling mistake!
****! i know i 'ave!
obviously the meme:
internet orc would
prevail over the already
exhausted
cultural spew /
slur...
designating a troll...
an internet orc...
is a new breed...
die edelbarbar...
far from superior...
i just, "forgot"
to leave any comments.