The Trolls

Everyday, from time to time They do things that do not rhyme To and fro without a cause Barking bitterness without a pause They're like pests on a plant Or like ants in the pants Doing nothing but to bite Bringing nothing but blight Jabbering from here to there Jabbering everywhere They know nothing but to bark Like old parrots on the park I don't know if it's productive Doing just things that are destructive Minding things out of their concern But their own lives, they can't discern