for love there is no room.
They salivate and masturbate,
amidst their doom and gloom.
They love to spread the bitterness,
the bile they feel within.
They criticise as they despise,
themselves, it's they, it's them.
They seethe with loneliness and fear,
if others only knew.
They pustulate with utter glee
the misery that they grew.
They hide behind a fake facade,
in case their hates returned.
For any love that they did feel,
has only just been spurned.
But what they fear the most you see,
is if you look at them.
For it's them they hate, their souls do ache,
they are rotten to the stem.
So take away the fuel that fires,
that keeps them on the game.
Ignore their self-loathing, putrid hate,
and let them bathe in shame.
iTroll (internet troll) ~ a troll is someone who posts inflammatory or off-topic messages in an online community with the primary intent of provoking other users into a desired emotional response. The motive is generally one of self-loathing, jealousy or a feeling of inferiority.
To defeat a troll... just don't feed them. Denied a response the troll dies.