The Troll

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Hiding under social bridges

We wait for footfalls of the vulnerable

Dry rotted boards support weights unimagined

They come, trolls, they always come

To feed off their own need

Falling into our traps so well laid

Gnarly fingers point down at waylaid travelers

Screaming injustice for their fall

As we watch righteous from our rickety boards

Denying our need for their fall

Doubling down, we pile on the pain

Posting a head on a spike for spite

Arc of debris in any battle swings wide

Forgetting the friendlies

And the trapped stare back at us trolls