Volley of words, vulgar and verbose
Fired from the bow, brute and bellicose,
as arguments heated enough to melt a metal
exchanged, expressed, with no aim to settle.
Enraged, I waged, a war sans décor
Dazed, yet unfazed I fought for my corps
What do I have to lose, I thought.
With no fear of fatality, I fought.
Over actors, politicians, countries we sparred
Fires of abuses, insults kept us charred
We brawled bad because we believe
a difference we were making, ah, so naive.
With armament of abuse, I attacked
With artillery of affront, I got whacked.
This went on and on and on, till I lost
And that was when I realized it's cost
Costed me, my time that I had to unwind.
Costed me the peace of my mind.
I left the trolls and online fighters be,
And rested in repose, gloating with glee.
