We Are The Trolls

We are the trolls, unreachable we;
Superior surface, deep in plea.
Columns of numbers without a sum.
Practice always, never become.

No achievement with even breath,
A gentler life is a living death.
Struggling we, expending time
Ripping and tearing at life sublime.

Effortless life—vast time extent
Causeless to us—self evident.
Sneering and angry in rootless rote
Changing the globe with a dead remote.

We are the trolls; oppression cry
Oblivion tease (desire to die?)
Never content—so invisible,
To each but us, too risible.

From chic 'n clever 'n smug 'n tight,
From moral imperative less contrite,
Distilling out an eclectic pique,
Echoing down with a ghastly shriek.

Boiling antipathy to the clear,
Structural hate drives keening fear;
Deep is the plea (life, this thy sting?)
From swallowing nothing is anything.

We are the trolls, unreachable we;
Superior surface, deep in plea.
Columns of numbers without a sum.
Practice always, never become.

   posted by Stephen at 10:38 PM | Plink