It’s a sad tale I’m about to tell

but one that has become quite common as well.

A coward who thinks he’s clever

may be pleasant face-to-face, however,

he carries hate inside which can never really hide

and he’s never learned what to do with all the hate

unfortunately, hate won’t just dissipate.

On the top of his list of things to hate is unfairness.

It’s not his fault he’s not a success

and he probably would be a very big success

except for one complication

he has no motivation

to accept responsibility.

In other words, he’s a large mass of lazy.

But he’s found one battleground

even the lazy can join (or make) the fight

and now he can finally make his world right.

He loads up all his hate and enters the arena

the arena of social media.

With his keyboard he takes aim

he is protected with his shield of a fake name

because here any ol’ jo can become a Chris

and a counterfeit Chris is free to diss.

His lies and accusations pack a wallop

but that’s the sad way he knows to build himself up.

On their rubble he feels like he stands tall

not realizing he’s teetering, nearing a fall.

He aims all that hate he has inside to his next victim,

mind you, his excuse is ready if caught, it’s not really his fault

it’s just the system.

He needs to vent to feel alive and he’s confidant because he can hide

behind his alias beard because if he can’t feel love he will be feared

and a masked and bearded regular ol’ jo can sure put on a show.

He figures his work is for the greater whole

because we all know, a little friction is good for the soul.

Now and then, we could all use a Barb to grow

because words can’t really harm from a regular ol’ jo.

He sees himself as a new form of vigilante

but this messed up hateful hero is one only he can see.

If you ask him, he plays a vital role

while the rest of us call him one Troubled Troll.

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