Annoyed
The Internet is the Wild West and it should be monitored,
And users do not need to waste time and energy.
One day, I joined a chatroom discussion and encountered
Trolls to get me riled up.
I was met by a shady, mischievous clown.
I talked in anger or irritation hesitant to reason with him.
Why am I pranked all the time? Where is my sanity?
An uncomfortable spike poked my skin,
And a loud, obnoxious voice said to my head,
"[Insert inflammatory, extraneous, or off-topic comment.]."
I was annoyed.
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