Tweets Turned Tawdry Poem by John Sensele

Slow down, bow your head, lad
In readiness for happiness
To bless success in your pad
Where selflessness and fondness

Lately vacated as augmented opportunities
Took over and dictated
The face and pace of events and certainties
That swam away from shores of shame and blame as decimated

Decibels and bells chose roses
As festival flowers with powers
To factories fates of poses
Whose hours and showers

Proclaimed the demise of hypocrites
Whose witchcraft and wizardry
For a while for miles doled out treats with tweets
That turned tawdry.