Trolls Anonymous

I was born for a time such as this
When men sit at home swearing at their computer screens
And the desperate struggle of right and wrong
Is conducted virtually.
When a twelve year old by vulgar profanity
Can outwit the sages assembled
On their grave smartphones
And drive back the horde of bearded scholars,
An ignominious retreat.
Today let the spirit of proud humanity
And juvenile delinquency
Be dauntless in its mission to disrupt the unfair discourses
Of privilege and high social standing.
Let it be tireless in dismantling everything
That bears the shame of making any kind of sense
So we can build a new world on the ashes of the old.
When staid tradition has reached its end
A troll can be your truest friend.