Loki, Online God of Mischief

Dim light fills the room

Filtered through blinds that acts as a sieve

Alone sits Loki, with his fingers on the keys

Wondering who he can make seethe.

Some call him a hacker, others a troll

And it's said he's mastered the art of the Rick Roll.

No matter who he meets he always finds a way.

To create the chaos that he craves,

The internet offers a unique opportunity

To create flame wars with a click-click-click of the keys.

One post or reply is all it takes,

With Loki online; you can't make a mistake.

From one mispelled word or forgotten period

He can ruin your day, through ways of a myriad.

Instagram, Facebook, or Twitter; it doesn't matter

Wherever he goes he makes everyone madder.

He's a trickster,

A prankster,

A griefing master.

At making people mad, there's no one faster.

So there he sits and there, goes,

More annoying than a runny nose.

The internet is his domain

His own michief makes him entertained.