Internet Trolls Poem by James McLain

No one wants to to be more right than you.
You've no desire to be wrong.
Fanning the flame, massaging the wennies on them.
Virgin vaginas, you watch as Fabian fills them all.
Opening up wide
legs are spread to receive your daily bread.
Holy most high you offend me by,
pumping in endless dreams you endorse
with your mouth.
Dislikes will they claim being the most hungry
of them all.
Deep bores the troll, wide the stream, stretching seams
as they split from the force,
knobby clubs with spikes feel are weeping full.
What we all know and hate - two people grunting two, they do,
this to you know where you did it, why bother to lie.
With todays atmosphere,
is it not at all surprising someone would not do you forcibly （ sensationalistically ） poking and prodding
egos budding into flaming heads butting as heads do.
Trolls visit to visit, you willingly go and seek them out,
freak to freak afterwards the thrill of anonymity no release.
By another man watching you through the mirror
looking down from the ceiling seeing what you can't discribe
such a terrible thrill
that it pushes the boundaries insanely apart
watching your first conception before it happened through
sexual intercourse.
Though still in denial about being a far right Republican.
The sex police get off on tracking you down,
making those claims that they did what your accused of.
Not willing to wait, showing up early for work at their expense.
Going there where you roam, where they go to stalk and wait.