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To: Greg or e who wrote (61938)

11/4/2014 2:31:31 PM

From: Solon

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I guess you have a comprehension problem!

Where have you been? In a blackout??

It is a song (Gweg's Song) about a relationship between a TROLL and a SWALLOW. The Troll is severely damaged from not receiving any attention from his mom. He becomes an internet nuisance as he trolls and trolls spewing taunts and insults over hundreds of thousands of posts to satisfy his craving for attention. But nothing fills the emptiness. He cannot feel anything and is devoid of empathy.

The Swallow is self-absorbed and has created an imaginary Father whom he is trying to please. This need to be recognised drives him relentlessly and (eventually) right into the arms of this cowardly and damaged troll. Together they blabber back and forth chest to chest and pot belly to potter belly--to the acute embarrassment of normal people!

This is the song...

The song that ties these two angry and wounded boys together!! The song is sung in soprano!? :-) :-)

The Swallow and the Troll (AKA Gweg’s song!)

I realize that my little troll is only half a man

He minces and he winces but he does the best he can

He likes to swing a baseball bat to make himself look tall

But when he climbs the pitcher’s mound

He has no balls at all!

But still he is my troll boy

And I cannot help but love it

Cause when I am too hard on him

He tells me where to shove it!

He likes to pop his chest out till

It’s bigger than his belly

But when I’m up against it

He is just a blob of jelly!

He likes to boast and brag and belch out in a voice of thunder

But when a man confronts him he is just a gutless wonder!

Yes, he is my TROLL boy, I ain’t really criticising

Cause he is the only friend I have this side of the horizon!

Yes, I can get disgusted from his huffing and his puffing

For the truth is in his center

There ain’t even any stuffing!

And it isn’t always just because he’s always overpowered

But I can tell you truthfully--he’s nothing but a coward!

Why do I divulge the inner nature of my troll?

When his brains are like the contents of a lawyer’s toilet bowl?

Well, it’s because he craves attention--and he loves it when I’m rough

So I boot him in the rear and then I pound him with a cuff!

He taunts and blubbers (as trolls do)

A pathetic little bastard!

But eventually he falls asleep when I have got him plastered!

Oh yes my name is Gregoree

I am the faithful Swallow

The TROLL boy is my only friend

The special guy I follow!

My TROLL boy is the Swallow

And I am just the chirp

I giveth him the bottle and he giveth me the burp!

And when my other friends are drinking blood before the pulpit

My TROLL friend gives me so much joy that I can hardly gulp it!

And when I spin my Potter’s wheel

And I think about his nose

I let my mind go natural and stay completely closed!

His smell is like manure, rarefied (but oh so true)!

And he smears it on the Message Boards...when he musters number two!

And when I’m on the Canvas and I’m bruised and all alone

We settle down to chicken and he passes me the bone!

When normal people ask us why it is we are together

We spread out wings and cluck for joy...

We’re chickens of a feather!

And when we’re picking cotton and we hold our empty sacks

I feel his breath behind me and I know he has my back!

And often when I’m at my wheel and feeling sad and hurty

I dream about my TROLL boy with his IQ over 30!

And when I'm at the station house where all are in a rush

You can be sure that I ain't sitting waiting for a bus!

I'm only there to catch a little bit of bathroom humour

And waiting for my chance to be a talented consumer!

Now there’s a boy (a troll I mean)

You never want to cuff

For just as surely as you do--he will say:

“Gregoree—my best friend! Gegoree, my SWALLOW—the GOOSE of my life!

Gregoree, oh gregoree--oh dear dear Gregoree

My dearest SWALLOW—will you ever ever ever have ENOUGH!

The Swallow and the Troll (AKA Gweg’s song!)

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