darkSpyro

Deny, at what I post I am the best
For words are renowned far and wide
When it comes to trolling in lamp lit room
I excel without even trying
With the slightest little effort of my troll like charms
I have chat rooms begin to flame
With a keyboard and a well placed post
I have took the very raged off their feet

Yet thread after thread it's the same routine
and I grow weary of the sound of flames
AND, I, MAC! The trolling king!
Have grown so tried of the same reply

Oh Somewhere deep inside of this mind
An emptiness began to grow
There's something out there far from my own
a longing I've never known

I'm master of fights
And a Troll of night
And I will troll right out of your place
To a guy in Kentucky
I'm mister unlucky
And I'm known through out Tumblr and forums

A since I am a troll
I can make more accounts
to irritate Administers
No religion nor politics can
Talk like I can
With the feelings of no expressions

But who here
Will ever understand
That the Trolling king
with the happy grin
Would tire of this rank
If they only understood
He'd give it all up
If he only could

Oh there's and empty place in my mind
That calls out for something unknown
The flame and praise come post after post
Does nothing for these empty feels

(A trolls lament.)

I'm so sorry Miss Trix.

Quote: IAmEntei

I'm so sorry Miss Trix.

What you have too be sorry about I was bored.

Sorry, I get things wrong a lot.

Quote: IAmEntei

Sorry, I get things wrong a lot.

Oh Okay.