. Troll "Be like seeds; do not see dirt thrown at you as your enemy, but as ground to grow." ---Matshona Dhliwayo A witch! A witch! Let’s hush the wicked witch! His spleen slid through the ether like a snake. He hissed his pissy, pietistic pitch. This carper had a vicious thirst to slake. This odious, goading toad, this fork-tongued flake, This keyboard cretin out to scratch an itch, Slammed with damning slurs that knaves once spake--- A witch! A witch! Let’s hush the wicked witch! This mega-vexing, hi-tech-hexing snitch Was born to snipe and sneer and bellyache. With slews of bombast spewed to blast and bitch, His spleen slid through the ether like a snake. It slithered through the web and in its wake A name was hauled through mud without a hitch. Spitting gobs of gossip---foul and fake— He hissed his pissy, pietistic pitch… And all because a witch refused to switch To stands those sound of mind found hard to take This hyper-griper dished dirt from his ditch. This carper had a vicious thirst to slake. He ached to drive a scathing cyber-stake Through truths that made his Twitter finger twitch. But bile-flecked bouts of bleating failed to break The spirit of the soul he called a witch… a witch... a witch. . . Susan Jarvis Bryant has poetry published on Lighten Up Online, Snakeskin, Light, Sparks of Calliope, and Expansive Poetry Online. She also has poetry published in TRINACRIA, Beth Houston’s Extreme Formal Poems anthology, and in Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets in the UK). Susan is the winner of the 2020 International SCP Poetry Competition, and has been nominated for the 2022 Pushcart Prize.