Annoyed

The Internet is the Wild West and it should be monitored,

And users do not need to waste time and energy.

 

One day, I joined a chatroom discussion and encountered

Trolls to get me riled up.

 

I was met by a shady, mischievous clown.

I talked in anger or irritation hesitant to reason with him.

 

Why am I pranked all the time? Where is my sanity?

 

An uncomfortable spike poked my skin,

And a loud, obnoxious voice said to my head,

"[Insert inflammatory, extraneous, or off-topic comment.]."

 

I was annoyed.

This poem is about: 
Me

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