Put a cork in it, put a cork in what?
In my ear... in my nose... my butt?
For what purpose?
In any orifice?
Makes me nervous, gonna keep em all shut
Trolls roam the internet
Looking for prey to stalk
Dishing out the mockery
To harass users on forums.
Debbie downers of the net
Ready for a sneak attack
Spreading chaos and dispair
To bring down net-goers.
Think their all that?
Think their all tough?
Think their superior?
Top of the food chain?
Noses in the air?
I don't think so
Time to open your eyes
Because your inferior
Your just a herd of jerks.
We got something to say
So here's the news flash
You can just shove it
Put a cork in it
Lock it up tight.
Trolls have no feelings
Don't understand empathy
For others' emotions
They have no heart.
Trolls have no soul
Don't care about others
Just trying to be the big dog
Pushing around the puppies.
It's time to end it
End your charade
For you have no self-esteem
You pick on the weak
To make you feel strong.
If you don't got nothing
Nice you like to share
Then don't say nothing at all
We don't want to hear it.
The running old joke is over now and how for now I have to put a cork in it but the sword pieces in holsters now spining'em around to many times a bit two much for a shave and haircut wow that is it gonna quit the ham for cow
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