Troll prose poem

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I thought him dangerous.
He thinks himself a murderer?
Does he know its foolishness?
Every tirade a cry out.
Every negative comment a plea for attention.
The dullest of boors.
His imagination lackluster and trite.
A mind dumbed down
with platitudes.

His words,
curses and invectives
from an obtuse soul.
His ramblings
cacophonous irritations.
Instigation and self-promotion
without consideration of reality
His survival is a source of doubt for us all.

It’s a matter of pity.
I have no taste for pitiful things.
This is a man broken down
of deep-seated
neglect and abuse.
A walking wound
that festers
and drips its ooze
on humanity.

This man should be

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