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Bexis Aug 2018
Dear trolls,
Just so you know, your comments don't mean much.
You think you know something to be true.
Well hate to break it to you, but you're wrong.
Everything you think you know is way off base.
I thought I should let you know.
We do this for entertainment sake.
So be confused but don't hate.

Sincerely,
Bexis

P.S. This is a poetry site not Facebook it should be about the art.

P.S.S I like tacos

P.S.S.S Hi!
Not a puppet account. Especially since I don't like puppets.
trolls have a lot of idle time
on their aggravating hands
and it has been noticed that
they move in trolling bands

were these individuals to
find a more useful pastime
others wouldn't be sensing
their provocative lime

oh yes the trolls are well
and truly on the loose
causing much mayhem like
an uninhibited moose

they patrol both by day
and by night
dispensing their plaguing
sort of blight

if you've ever felt a troll
breathing down your neck
it'll make you cry out get
the abhor off my deck
Suraj singh Mar 2018
All good souls
Are hanging on the walls.

All good dolls
Are reason for the trolls.

All beautiful faces,
Left nothing more then ashes.
Victoria Rennie Mar 2018
Once upon a time,

you and all of your kind

lived under the ridges and

grooves of my mind.

Careening the folds and

uploading your endlessly

flowing line of words that

seem to cut and obliterate

the flowers of my mind into

a massacre of compost.

You turned beauty into ugly

with every syllable of

every word, like acid –

you scarred my mind

and left rough behind.

And every night as the moon

read bedtime stories to the

sunlight you took it as an

invitation into my darkness.

Offering nooses and pills –

claiming it was the savior

I so desperately wanted and

so desperately needed.

Praising my suffering,

and poisoning my mind –

you grew an unweeded garden

upon my lobes.

So that when I looked in

a mirror you showed me

poison ivy and

prickles of roses

rather than the

blush of marigolds and

phantom kisses of lilac –

you and all of your kind

distorted my mind –

and now I lay here

waiting and waiting

in the darkness,

for you to appear.
An emulation of Shane Koyczan's "Troll"
the place could do
with a dose of castor
*oil

to purge it of the things
that so
spoil

first and foremost
there's the
trolls
who are always acting
like sinister
dolls

then there's perverts
approaching
teens
via unsuspecting
email
screens

lastly there's the ones
buying good
will
with a webmaster
allowing the
drill

a bowel needs not
to be in
distress
hence pukka's cleaning
out the irking
*mess
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