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A Poem inspired by the Trollish behaviour of some Social Media Groups, allegedly inspired by the Prncipia Discordia.

Tossing Apples

It was so very long ago, some folks didst to Discordia go.
For Wisdom of a funny sort, and knowledge of what was or nought.
And in her hot and steamy 'brace, they gathered clues to the Human Race.
With many Theories, and much poking,
Came forth a new Religion, smoking.
And many Minds, both Great , and Small, did find their Triggers, pulled withal.
But reading Books, was not for all, so messages, slumbered, waited, cooled.
Until, the Dreadful Internets,
With great potential Greyface wets,
His lips most dry, his laugh most shallow, for here one day all knowledge gets.
And reduces same, and edits more, to leave the Syllabus of Yore.
In pieces, with but bits unchanged.
All else, broken, reinterpreted, and changed.
Chaos outsourced to Trolls from a far.
Not Hippies these, nor Seekers are.
But bored young Punks, who do not know,
Whither does the Wisdom go?
Within their head, or tween their legs?
For Arse from Elbow, they don't know!
Indeed, upon some lofty height, doth Eris laugh with all her might.
For casting Apples down below,
Like Pearls before Swine, causes nought but woe!
For though they think they like the taste,
Of Appley goodness, they make such waste!
For Golden Apples, just maketh Pigs shit.
So wonder not at Trolls you meet.
For Wisdom pure requires a brain,
To interpret it, to make some gain.
And foolish men, foolish remain.
If they do not possess a Brain!