by William Skink
Sometimes, on Saturdays, I let William take the helm for a poem. And this Saturday is one of those Saturdays.
But before getting to my poem for the concern trolls, I wanted to address something one of the trolls said.
Usually feeding the trolls is a bad idea, but this one suggested I could be the one behind the negative comments. There are two plausible reasons for me to do this: I could be trying to pull a Smollett, or I could be trying to drive traffic, since comments does seem to correlate to higher views.
Well, I’m not very savvy when it comes to technology, but I’ll offer this screen shot of the troll’s IP info nonetheless:

If it’s a dynamic IP, probably not much can be gleaned. What I will say is I’m pretty sure Spectrum isn’t an option where I’m at in Missoula County.
Anyway, the poem.
it doesn't have to be goodbye end obsessors, your materialist cry has lefty-loosey'd all your screws and bloody-stained your satan shoes here I am in Alliance Church embracing synchronistic quirks where are you when your heart's done? lights go out and no more fun? zombie tool, Lego brick, POP! is how I know we do not stop mocking, laughing, I get the need stemming from a fear to bleed that's not the flow I got down there I am NOT womb aware, but I think I earned my first screams with the skin they took from me trust the scalpel? sorry, no and fuck off with your jib-jab Joe mostly I'm a peaceful chap but I'll piñata your sharp attack let's not go there, let's not fight despite the speed you steamroll rights persistence will not win the day just deepen spirit: at night, we pray
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Travis, once again…way to go. I don’t know how long it takes to make these silly images, but I imagine it takes some time. Clearly, you are doing something right. Anonymous nothings continue to come to your site. I don’t know what buttons you pushed over the past few weeks, but it’s clear you did something right. I hope you keep up the good work. I can’t wait to see what these nothings reply to my comment. I bet they’ll think they got me. Imagine being so desperate, lonely, and desperate as these people are. What a way to go through life.
It’s just copy and paste, Greg. ASCII art. Google it boy genius.
My own poem and a tracking IP. Look what I got you to waste a perfectly beautiful Saturday wasting your time doing. It’s a me a Mario.