This little poem was inspired by a comment by Trolls4Jake on TheraPs blog.
The Troll With No Soul
"Georgie" was a troubled child
Who drank his way through Yale.
He partied, snorted and just ran wild
And sometimes went to jail.
But some years later as we all know...
His masters yanked some string
And he danced and lied and smirked to show
And tried his best to sing.
The "Decider" knows no rule
Of law or Civil Liberties
Or things we learned in school.
He'll never listen or hear the pleas
Of Americans, true and brave
Because he has some cash to count,
Invest or hide or save.
Evidence will build and mount
And finally condemn
Them. And all his cohorts
Will spend the end with him
In a special warmth of sorts.
So here's the answer loud and clear
Whether "Georgie" has a soul:
He'll suffer in such pain and fear
'Cause he WAS and IS a troll!