A twitterpated fool is all the world
Sees from where they stand in acrid degree.
Calling for his attachment to be hurled
And his passions thrown to the windy sea.
In comrades guise they come and make as friend
Faking to understand but not hearing.
As a cornered wolf waits the throat to rend
Severing veins as pretended healing.
But the fool sees through their cunning hoodwink!
And defies their gregarious belief!
Twitterpation is the road to distinct
Real feeling'd joy, not a brittle leaf!
Is our fool the true fool who loves with pride,
Or are our fools they who tried to divide?
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