The trolls that like to goad, carry such a mental load. Instead of moving down the road, They remain, croaking, like toads.
Names, with numbers and letters, And one of them, a wannabe "better". Grandmas' basements they haunt, There they deliver their taunts, Sad lives, that won't get any better.
Poet and didn't noet!
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justafan4ut writes:
Poet and didn't noet!
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