Some bestow a badge
Of bitterness beneath
Their brows,
Boldly blundering about,
Seeking significance yet
Sink in the sand of doubt,
Making momentary mischief
Towards their victims along
With fake smiles,
Voluminous eyes with mini
Minds and closed mouths,
These media trolling
Minions make lifea stormy
Misery because they don't enjoy
The height of their own clouds,
The generation of over
Populated clowns…
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