Trolls Poem
There is always one.
And I don’t mean the funny little guys that live under bridges.
Though looking for prey all the same.
Crouched in a hidden area waiting for people to pass by.
Waiting for the perfect target.
That single person they can separate away from a group.
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Oh yes, they have specific prey requirements.
The weak and timid.
Or the type that might lash back.
The naive ones are a favorite.
Whatever kind that will dance the way they want them to in the end.
A lack of reaction is never the wanted outcome.
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They are everywhere.
From that multiplayer game you love to that hobby group chat.
They might not seem like it at first but they always eventually reveal themselves.
Nasty little creatures that seem to thrive on conflict.
Breaking boundaries and pushing limits.
Being as nasty as possible without doing enough to get kicked out from under their little virtual bridge.
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Maybe they really are the kind of trolls that live under a bridge.
They seem like a different species entirely.
I recognize the behavior but cannot conceive the mindset.
As unreal as a goblin or unicorn and I would like to keep them that way.
I have a block button for a reason for those that I have found.
As for the rest, I hope they find a different bridge.