I once met a troll at the end of my road.
Short, stout and scabby.
This troll was nasty.
Vicious, unkind and uncouth.
He lived among rubbish, beer cans in his hand.
He threw them in the road and laughed at the same time.
This troll was a man of little consideration.
His major strength was that he bullied the indigenous population.
Immigrants, gypsies, creatives, tramps.
Yet there was nothing stopping the troll emerging from his scrap heap to join the incumbent internet fraternity.
He trolled night and day, under the bridges, on the internet highway, always with a can of beer or red bull.
He stoked his passion, with full english breakfasts and steak always chargrilled.
His claim to fame was annoying both bots and humans with his delusional proclamations, including having ten books published under a pseudonym.
He gave 1 star reviews to every author he stalked and pestered.
Yet found his nemesis in a female narcissist.
She met him on an online dating site.
No, actually on Facebook and of course this troll immediately sent her a direct message,
saying ‘Hello dear, thanks for being my friend,’ he asked her to post naked photos, duly she obliged as he did too.
Then Facebook found out and they were ostracised.
The keyboard troll fraternity had disappeared off the scale
and now the only one who talked to the troll was this female narcissis of name unidentified.
They started dating in real life, then one day at the pictures,
she showed off her leopard skin leotard and suddenly she became his every day fixture.
The trolling ended, he’d met the one to free him from his self loathing abyss.
Yet she didn’t even give him a kiss.
Within a few weeks she played away.
His heart broke into pieces.
The moral of the story I will say, is never to hurt another soul or it will be you who will be destroyed by your own fatal weaknesses.