Accidental Poet

The Foul Mouthed Troll

 

A feisty little critter

The foul mouthed Troll

Jealousy consumes him

He who has no soul

 

He must envision himself

A handsome hunky stud

When out from under a rock

He slithered out as Ephram Crud

 

Drooling and spitting

As he speaks

Babblings of useless nonsense

His breath of filth it reeks

 

Profanity and insults

His only language

Born from parents

Of breeding anguish

 

His goal to

Dishearten respected masses

But instead he brings disrespect

To his own species of asses

 

Angry at the world

For denying his wealth

And blaming society

For his own poor health

 

Go through life Mr. Crud

As you wish

However don’t expect

Your life so grandish

 

Life is to be lived

Love and respect to be earned

What goes around comes around

Leaving the guilty as burned

 

Give what you give

And get what you get

But don’t be surprised if you’re

The losing end of the bet

 

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