Rage bait

Rage Bait

In the pixel‑lit alleys of the net,
Where thoughts are cast like coins on tide,
Some dwellers plant a cunning trap,
Awaiting the tempest of a clicked reply.

They ink their words with gossamer guile,
Sprinkle moral fibre with a sly grain of hate,
And watch the hues of outrage bloom—
A ghastly broth of temper brewed to taste.

The comment threads become a maze,
Each remark a minefield of raw emotions,
The judgers, the trolls, the silent sniggers
All clutch the night‑fire of a thread’s bold bait.

Yet there’s a quiet through the storm,
A chance to turn the bait to brine,
Reclaim the message’s peace and colour,
And let the rage‑bait turn into a wiser line.