“Troll”

I’ll take her by the hand,
this annoying brat
who trolls lj
looking for handouts
because her mommy
didn’t love here nough.

Vein, arrogant child
who’s seen pictures
and thinks she knows words now.
Vapid regurgitation
from listening to
Him or Her
makes her sound like
she doesn’t have a thought
of her own.

Take her by the hand,
this good little vessel
so full of anger
and no one to point it at,
and walk her through the woods.

Lead her down the path
and drop her in the pit.
The pit full of words
and sound bytes.
Compression artifacts
that were once news.

She’s so happy,
head full of something
that tastes like knowledge.
Like a weapon against the enemy.
The enemy today is me.
Tomorrow it will be Mother.
Or Landlord. Or Best Friend.

So happy to have the power,
she slips down into the pages.
So happy to be full
she ignores the emptiness inside
and her belly bloats
with quotes and figures
that mean nothing.

So happy as she slips beneath
the waves of words and drowns,
slowly, horribly, in the lies and mistruths
of her own tiny world.
At least now she will be right.
How nice for her.