Hey guys -
I've got BIG NEWS - the latest word,
A red hot rumor! Have you heard?:
The TROLL, revolting and reviled,
Is JOE McCARTHY'S [censored] CHILD!
No, no, I'm kidding, which you knew,
But someone wonders if it's true...
'Cause that's how innuendo works -
A sleazy tool for lowlife jerks
Who lack integrity (and wits).
With baseless charges, hypocrites,
Ashamed, shot down by interaction,
Try innunendo as distraction.
The TROLL, in hopes that by repeating
His lies they might seem true, keeps bleating.
He's called me librul, [censored], nerd,
A dwarf and one archaic word
He dredged up, lacking provocation,
A term suggesting masturbation.
Which tells us what? One muddled head,
The TROLL himself said:Those who bring up this subject are heavily into
it themselves. You stand condemned out of your
own foul and filthy mouth.
If that's a fact, then folks, he lied
When he quite eagerly denied
That he indulged in self-abuse -
No weasel word, no lame excuse
Refutes a simple basic fact.
It's black and white; it's not abstract.
But here's the way out for this TROLL:
His memory is one big hole.
"I don't recall those words," he'll smirk,
Full knowing that won't really work.
(That dog won't hunt; that horse ain't breathin'.)
He rants and raves, irate and seethin',
If somone gives him archive links;
The TROLL avers that research stinks,
Or he might get a worm or virus.
His lame evasions truly tire us.
Or he may try the pity ploy:
He's been attacked; he has no joy
Because some vandal used his name.
But six months later he would claim
Those posts when his 'Milestone' was 'met'.
I pinged him, but he hasn't yet
Replied - another trick he tries,
But which, of course, the TROLL denies:
Quoted message said:A true troll will NEVER be responsive
whereas I am ALWAYS responsive.
The TROLL dips in his sleaze-filled bag
For that one or another gag.
We've seen his stunts on this newsgroup;
One never knows how low he'll stoop.
He's tried 'em all, not once or twice,
But many times. He might act nice
Like some small dog in someone's lap,
Till you reach out, and then he'll snap!
As Jeff Grippe said:[The TROLL] can't "be nice". [He] can "act nice"
for short stretches but that isn't the same thing.
Basically at [his] core [he is] nasty.
Or he might use his 'I HATE [BLANK]!'
Where [BLANK] is anything the crank
Can find he thinks that he can use -
Top posting, beards or New York Jews -
To fill the gap that's left behind
As hands outrun his dull, slow mind.
He'll play this single issue card
Until it's dead, still flogging hard...
He'll act as though he truly cares
How people post, that facial hair's
A clue to someone's crucial flaw;
At others' protests, he'll guffaw...
The TROLL has sworn (a time or two):
Quoted message said:I say what I believe [is] true...
Exaggerations are just lies,
Deceit, false accusations, guys.
This TROLL throws words as if they're stones;
When they're thrown back, he whines and moans,
'Cause he's exposed, his house of glass
In shattered pieces. He can't pass
This basic test of selfish greed:
Does anybody want to read
The words that he's about to write
As he's mistyping late each night?
He doesn't know; he doesn't care.
HIS EGO aches to see them there
On ARBR; why not some newsgroup
Where mindless monkeys howl and whoop?
Is it because here he's unique?
He stands alone... but he's a freak.
Browse ARBR; see the callous cad,
Archived in infamy - how sad!
His foolish errors, dumb mistakes,
His spiteful spirit, blatant fakes,
His phony claims of high IQ,
Linguistic skill and fine arts, too -
Recorded, with his hateful bile,
His cursing, plus atop the pile
His claim to be a "good TROLL". RI-I-I-GHT...
Once he's long gone and out of sight!
Unless he's GONE (not 'going'😉 soon,
This TROLL could use a diff'rent tune.
Though I won't write a song for him,
Here's one for Slugger, Jeff and Jim.
(The lyrics have been plagiarized,
Adapted, altered and revised.)
This orn'ry wordsmith LoGo fellow
Suggests a song that we might bellow:
CAROL OF THE TROLL
We've seen the TROLL day after day
His too familiar themes replay.
He'll bleat and bleat; the words repeat:
Discord and strife, bad will, no bikes.
Week after week the same old tune;
He swears that he'll be leaving soon,
But we'll get bored and want restored:
Discord and strife, bad will, no bikes.
He bellows on, though 'bent folk weep,
All night when he should be asleep.
He guzzles wine, mistypes a line:
Disco dance rife, wed Bill, no tykes.
Some bow their heads in deep despair;
Month after month the TROLL's still there.
His hate is strong; his mocking song:
Discord and strife, bad will, no bikes.
We hope the day at last will come,
When forums for recumbentdom
Can get along without his song:
Discord and strife, bad will, no bikes.
When he'll go tromping on his way,
And ARBR goes from night to day,
As voices chime new songs sublime
Of peace and fun, good will - and BIKES!
Regards,
Wayne