Under The Bridge

hunched up like a demon
grotesque and out of shape
tip tip tapping on the keyboard
mouth permanently agape
looking for hurt and misery
searching out the weak
twisted soul and brainless
an ever growing clique
devouring our innocence
inflicting further pain
they look for human tragedy
their claws dig in again
we cannot understand them
so we underestimate
their capacity for terror
and a percolating hate
seeking out the dying
the ill and the bereaved
then spilling vile poison
on those that we have grieved
they are less than human
as they tip tip tap away
behind a web of darkness
anonymous and grey
the troll wheezes laughter
at the hurt that he has wrought
he thinks he is all conquering
he thinks he can’t be caught
but he’s just an ugly fucker
who nobody will like
when justice is administered
and his head is on a spike
because as we know from fairy tales
trolls are loved by none
and humanity will slaughter them
one by one by one