An Open Letter from the Troll of Triond to the Furious Fury of the Critical Jury, better known as the Dumb Blonde hiding behind the NickName of You Know Who…
Dear Britney ShakeSpears,
Still in the cradle you
didn’t want no pacifier,
no silencer, no clean
diaper; it was truly
inappropriate how you
only wanted to criticate.
And I was sixteen
when I wrote my first verse
to a Countess – “Like me,
strike me, count me
in” – and it was Fate
that brought us together:
me and my Poetry,
you and your Filthy
Tongue, soaked
in vitriol.
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You wonder if that man
walking down the street
could be me, but hey,
honey, I am
the Invisible Man,
the Automatic Type
Writer
& nobody
knows me, nobody
sees me as I am
a Spirit, a Spectre
just wandering through
the empty MySpace
of your brain.
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Yours Truly
the One & Only
Troll of Triond
Chris Marlowe II.
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Tell me why
a Dumb Blonde
takes a seat
in the corner? (*)
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* It’s 90° over there!
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