GOTHIC TROLL |
Not an 'ode', more like an odious homage!
It liked to leave product reviews. Any product, it didn’t
matter. Books, films, washing machines, cures for hemorrhoid preparations,
boils, fecal vomiting and the like.
It suffered from a number of such complaints and had done
ever since childhood. Now it was a fully grown troll.
It hadn’t yet had sex with a female troll or any other
kind of girl monster. It had summoned up enough courage to ask a human chick
out on a date but it had its disguise on. Still, it was refused.
“Get lost, creep!”
Oh that hurt! Trolls have feelings, too you know!
Hurrying back to the sewer it called home, it felt
inspired. It felt powerful, sexy—masterful. It knew it was imbued with the stink
wisdom that trolls learn as children.
Oh! Sure! There is the Bastard Troll Book of Wisdom. And
child trolls study it as do some adult ones.
Compensate for feelings of inadequacy! Go
forth and give negative one or two-word reviews on products! Get into it!
Still, it came to
pass that the Great Troll of the North began to spot opportunities where all
the stinky, untalented trolls could make themselves known. Spout! Spout! And be
heard!
And lo and behold
they became as one. One voice, one desire, one troll!
Trolls are
everywhere! They are because the world has need of their negativity, their
stupidity and their rottenness and if you find one, befriend it. Just try and
stand downwind from it.
Ask and the trolls
shall answer!
For wherever there
is ignorance, spite, malice, jealousy, vindictiveness, there you will find he,
that is the embodiment of all negative crap.
To be continued!
And if not, it won’t be!