I just don’t understand,
How can people be so juvenile?
Show some respect people,
You’re insults leave a taste like bile.
If you don’t like it,
Then just leave.
We really don’t like your ilk,
You make me want to heave.
I really think that web trolls,
Are nothing more than hot air blowers.
If I ever meet you,
I’d like you to meet my napalm powered flame thrower.

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