TROLL

I am troll. Hear me mock.
Your sacred love/God/slut is not safe from me.

I am public.  Hear me yell.
The troll tripped me up and down I fell.

I am Quincy, upper class.
I picked John Q. Public's pockets fast!

Hey it's me, the public again,
I'm angry and broke and mad as sin!
My sluts are mocked, my pockets bare,
I'm going rioting in the downtown square.

I'm another on the hill,
inspired by rioter's iron will
My truest feelings from deepest heart
I'll post them here!
(now go back to the start.)

Quincy touches the horseshoe obliquely. Loves
the feel.
Iron-clad will faces the stiffening rock.
J.Q. Public lost his sock.