Tear_Jerk
Logging on to my computer I see
That ass is online - calls himself Tear_Jerk.
It is never the first time he insults
Me. Practically every other line.
'How are you Fiona?' He sends. He knows
My name's not Fiona, but it's the troll
From the movie Shrek. 'Quit calling me Troll,'
I type. 'I'm calling you princess, you see,'
He sends. No, he's calling me Shrek and knows.
'Got low confidence levels?' Says the jerk.
Grrrr... He's always teasing me every line.
The low level of his shallow insults.
I have to get away from these insults.
I'll be meeting a friend today - no troll
With Chris - at the coffee shop. I now line
My eyes and beautify me, so he'll see
Me well. Far away from that low-life jerk.
I haven't seen Chris for ages. He knows
I might not recognise him and he knows
He may not recognise me. Jerk's insults
I'll be away from, for Chris is no jerk.
When I enter the coffee shop, I troll
Around looking. Eventually, I see
A man who looks like Chris waiting in line.
'Hi, Chris,' I smile and join him in the line.
'Hi, Anne,' he says. 'You've not changed much.' He knows
Me well. Neither has he, I gladly see.
He buys me tea, we sit down. His insults
Are none. We talk, he does not call me troll.
I like him. He is so unlike that jerk.
As we chat, I tell him about that jerk
Who calls me 'Fiona.' It's out of line,
I tell Chris. He spits out his coffee. 'Troll?'
He says, 'Today?' He asks as if he knows
Jerk.. 'Was the word 'Princess' in his insults
By any chance?' Chris asks. I quickly see
Why. 'I'm Tear_Jerk,' Chris admits. I now see
The man who's out of line with the insults.