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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