Mind Games

They ply  their trade on social sites  
hidden within dim electrons,  
neurons fire it feels great might  
this mind-raper this thrill bringing troll.  
   
It'll batten on some poor sweet thing    
its leeching tendencies reversed  
instead of sucking it'll blow foul gas  
inside, till they beg for... the worst.  
   
We'll stutters and stammers our no's  
but it slides inside it knows no bounds  
it ejaculates our needs this way so,  
eyes and ears to brain then, through our mouths.  
   
No prophylactics can be found  
no contraceptives we now could use,  
to guard 'gainst soma-words inbound  
the ones so carefully its will will us to chose...
   
And yet, if such stuff does exist  
this abuse could be...so, addictive  
perhaps we stammering folk  
has been so switched on, we'll invite it in?