There's a troll,
Under the bridge he rolls.
The toxic kids he stole,
left a mark on his shoe sole,
Time gets tough,
And things get rough,
Sometimes he's even almost had enough.
This troll is not just a "troll",
He's just,
As warm and whole.
-sylvia
A fixed poem for a friend named Anthony who believes he is a troll who steals toxic kids believing he is toxic himself.
