Trolling Poems - Poems about Trolling

Do you think you can win? Do you even think you can contend? When the tempestuous trolls come out to play... 1, 2, 3 to infinity with the vitriol they spew your way These keyboard assassins will peck you into oblivion. So, why bother? They know neither where you're going nor where you've been They scroll incessantly in search of their...

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When you were paid to recite a script, do it well, but don't overdo what you were paid to do. When you hate someone for a pay, just do it, but don't take it too seriously. Remember, there were others who came before you and there are others who will come after you. Don't do their job...

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The battle continues for the very soul, Among the PGA golfing elite. Causing many to once again question, 'Just how much is enough' to compete? The knife creating this divide, is of Course, the almighty buck. Where we're not talking about a minimal Wage; but amounts...

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The idea I’d been trolling for was hooked just short of the shore. As soon as I could see the grey beast from the deep just beneath the last line of the breaking surf, the thing broke free along a different ledge of thought. Too little lip I’d caught. O I had plenty of words-- curses, epithets, adjectives, verbs-- both for...

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Here is a public service warning: Don’t go cyber strolling after dark! Reliable sources say there’s a lot of trolls lurking in the digital park Anti-social beasts who don’t have a real life So they go virtual to release their latent anger, often late at night They mass communicate with the purpose to intimidate or obfuscate Their favorite activity is trolling, hateful cat fishing gets their...

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I'm floatin in a boat, in the middle of the sea, and I've got my trusty fishing rod with me. I'm trolling for love, sweet, soft and demure, so I cast our my line, and my heart is the lure. come on precious mermaid, come hither sweet girl, hop into my boat, and lets give it a whirl, with our wing tips...

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