Chat Room Poetry 2

These poems were inspired by some recent behavior I observed in a 
trans friendly chat room I frequent. Please note that they represent no particular 
person or event but yet have a ring of truth about them.


Haters


They lack a friend, husband or wife and seem to lead a sad and lonely life.
Their's no special person to help them through all the things that we must do.
Taking it out on the people in the room, spreading a message of hate & gloom.

They feel better when they make you feel bad, don't you think that's really sad?
Acting like kids that are still in high school, making themselves look like a fool.
Having a laugh at your expense, unless you are strong and have a good defense.

Some act like they're your friend, so be careful or they might get you in the end.
Their stock goes up when yours is down and on your face they see a sad frown.
Showing no empathy, humanity or remorse, only they seem to matter of course.

We're all different and that's a fact, but is this the way we want to act?
Political correctness is not the answer but this hate is spreading like a cancer.
Please stop the anger, please stop the hate, please stop it all before it's to late.




Ego Mainiacs


We all have egos and there's no doubt that this is part of what we're all about.
But there are some I'm sorry to say who have to be at the top each & every day.
If they don't get what they seek, I have found them to be adrift and oh so weak.

When their camera count is very high their massive ego's reach up to the sky.
You can see the difference in their mood and they feel justified in being rude.
Bragging about their looks a bit , although their face looks like a catchers mitt.

They get angry if they think you know more about the people that they adore.
Bearing their skin and shaking their ass even though they are as fragile as glass.
Their life depends on being on top so I sit back and wait for the hammer to drop.

It's sad to say when they don't get their own way it's going to be an awful day.
They have no life outside the room and their forecast calls for clouds and gloom.
Having to be the queen of the room and all I hope for is that they leave soon.