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Your face is so ugly Your mom is so ugly Your dad is so ugly Your sister is so ugly Your brother molested you Your uncle bought you a beer Your aunt slapped you for telling the truth. You have turned into an internet troll. No fault of your own, your anti-social behavior. You were molested after all so lashing out on the internet is an unhealthy replacement for therapy, but you can't talk to your family, so nobody can advise you to seek counseling, so you smoke a vape and support Donald Trump and call everyone who might like Obama the devil and it was all because your family ****** In the beginning there was god and god said this person will be ordained to troll the internet and that person was you!
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Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
INTERNET TROLLS
What fun this is! To have people cheering following believing in your vision! Fueling your ambition! It's like all the voices that doubted you are done! And you and your supporters are just having fun as you dance while you fail and dance while you succeed, and you just become filled with a pleasant greed and motivation as you feel like you an your dreams are set in full motion! ... But how devastating it all becomes when this all goes in an instant and everyone gets distant and bored because they never really cared if you scored. In a time like this you remember that you are always on your own, and the only people that might have cared were just you and your folks back at home.
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
The Humbling Cycle
Late night and the bed sheet is a noose and I haven’t slept since November and I toss and turn in the grey hum of grief--counting votes like sheep and the nightmare won’t let go of me and I don’t know who to trust cause even the un-trustworthy don’t know who they are or recognize themselves in each other and I like fewer and fewer people in this rural town and my PTSD is back and I can attest to that. And I think: This is how those folks in Dallas felt the day evil grew legs and walked along Elm Street. And what weighs more: A hundred votes or a hundred bullets? And you ruined my America and, no…I won’t forgive you. By: evelyn augusto November 15th 2016
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Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:22 AM UTC
You have ruined my America
*The following poem is a generalization, on that, we can likely agree, but this is the way that most Trumpists appear, to many a person like me:* Dear Trumpists, I am here to say I think I understand just what you're really all about across the troubled land. It really bugs you, does it not, when walking in your town, to see so many people with a skin of black or brown? To hear a foreign language when the immigrants converse. To see them in a headscarf or a turban makes you curse. Their differences, their ways of life, you see as disrespect and you hate being asked to be "politically correct". Then one day came a savior shining brighter than the sun. His name was Donald Trump and you knew he was the one. You knew you must support him 'cause in every speech he'd give, he'd validate your hate and he'd fit with your narrative. "The Mexicans are rapists", "The Muslims seek to **** "Black lives don't matter quite so much". Such thoughts gave you a thrill. Sometimes he was outrageous. You could not trust every word, but vote for him you did because you felt you had been heard. Well, now your man's in power and it's no longer fun, with half his staff revolting (and that's in more ways than one). He hasn't drained the swamp, it's just become further bogged down, with all his slimy yes-men there to praise the orange clown. He comes across as ignorant and looking like a fool. He's subject to fact-checking and resulting ridicule. The press, it has a field day and comedians rejoice. His opponents have united and have found a common voice. Dear Trumpists, I do understand that this has made you mad, but sense and reason don't support the notions that you've had. So you rant on social media with foul, insulting fits, like a bunch of whining, shouting, howling, idiotic twits. So Trumpists, don't you realize, your chance has passed you see? Oppression has been in decline since the end of slavery. So here's a new idea that I'd really like to share: You might try something different by showing that you care. Why don't you go extend a hand to those that you attack. They might provide you insight that you desperately lack. Just open up your heart and head and throw away the hate, and America once more could be a nation that is great.
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Dear Trumpists
*The following poem is a generalization, on that, we can likely agree, but this is the way that most Trumpists appear, to many a person like me:* Dear Trumpists, I am here to say I think I understand just what you're really all about across the troubled land. It really bugs you, does it not, when walking in your town, to see so many people with a skin of black or brown? To hear a foreign language when the immigrants converse. To see them in a headscarf or a turban makes you curse. Their differences, their ways of life, you see as disrespect and you hate being asked to be "politically correct". Then one day came a savior shining brighter than the sun. His name was Donald Trump and you knew he was the one. You knew you must support him 'cause in every speech he'd give, he'd validate your hate and he'd fit with your narrative. "The Mexicans are rapists", "The Muslims seek to **** "Black lives don't matter quite so much". Such thoughts gave you a thrill. Sometimes he was outrageous. You could not trust every word, but vote for him you did because you felt you had been heard. Well, now your man's in power and it's no longer fun, with half his staff revolting (and that's in more ways than one). He hasn't drained the swamp, it's just become further bogged down, with all his slimy yes-men there to praise the orange clown. He comes across as ignorant and looking like a fool. He's subject to fact-checking and resulting ridicule. The press, it has a field day and comedians rejoice. His opponents have united and have found a common voice. Dear Trumpists, I do understand that this has made you mad, but sense and reason don't support the notions that you've had. So you rant on social media with foul, insulting fits, like a bunch of whining, shouting, howling, idiotic twits. So Trumpists, don't you realize, your chance has passed you see? Oppression has been in decline since the end of slavery. So here's a new idea that I'd really like to share: You might try something different by showing that you care. Why don't you go extend a hand to those that you attack. They might provide you insight that you desperately lack. Just open up your heart and head and throw away the hate, and America once more could be a nation that is great.
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Grateful for the fact that all of you support me, Never did I ever believe I'd hit 120 But I'm at it now, so thanks to all for encouraging this When I see that number I wear a smile of best fit
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Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
Thanks to All
In this vast world I thank you by word These people who chose to spend And nuture talents that bend For you knew That there was something new That could rot while fresh Talents of the young,minds still fresh Not enough to say Attention you pay Your time you sacrifice Us you service Broader even you grow Your territories shall ever grow The world shall worship you Like for me I celebrate In a ewe Just for my success to join you To all poets in here Let us remain to teach here Comments that never cease A good to defend case Success in this field to achieve And die to the archive For the ever new In the years,more or few To know You ever existed And Somehow touched someone somewhere
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
thank you