Half Way Crook
So much hatred spewed but very few see.
True colors and nature of this little one to be.
Small and tiny his stature is so.
But from the lips a mighty wind does blow.
Self-righteous and blocked by many ports
A little man’s complex of sorts.
Fueled by the need for fame and clout.
But in this small simple mind there is much doubt.
Trolls they will come now and then.
Most just poke and never pen.
Lacking morals and never seeing true light.
Choosing to bully because they can no longer write.
Head held high down their nose they will look.
Always quoting from another’s book.
Lacking originality they have been shook.
Attempting to be a half way crook.
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