Oh what bitter irony that some will fail to see,
When I became a trollish parody of what I want to be.
Standing up for myself and others has always been my goal,
If that makes me a baddie, so be it, but it's not me that is a troll.
Ive found there are some who will laugh and smirk,
Offer encouragement if it suits, when I act a jerk.
But hark there's a voice piping up from the dark,
Fuck that for a lark, I don't bite but I have been known to bark.
Self harm will make me cringe, religion make me whinge,
But to whine about kids posting quotes seems a little bit unhinged.
A mask slips to be replaced by polite complaint about what bores,
A friend to any child, except those branded instawhores.
Hear the call 'ranks are wrong, we are all created equal,
Apart from her.. And him, their voices just don't thrill.'
The party line can be a piece of make believe,
When quote posters are judged on what they achieve.
Don't disagree with the voice, or toys get tossed from the pram,
A debate brought to my door is nothing but a sham.
After remembering what it was that I stood for,
A claim that I u-turned to seek favour?
When reason over elitism surpasses,
A claim I'm trying to appeal to masses?
An idea so wrong, yet it makes me laugh,
Just like a watery fart in a bubble bath.
I said I would say it only once, but that just makes no sense,
Ive stopped acting the dunce, but that just makes you dense.
To choose not to interfere in children's chat,
Is surely not as bad as all that?
To scroll by a quote takes a mere split second,
It surely won't bring about world's end?
I simply can't understand why it makes anyone emotional,
A strong dislike for something that has no effect is after all irrational.
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