Twiters Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Twitters

It is morning in the bay of Cascais
the sky is clear and not a hint of self-serving twitters in sight.
The poor me brigade who lament being excluded
for 15 years, try 80 years in the wilderness
and you may grow to enjoy the solitude.
Twitter envy of the worst kind, they can`t understand
why they are ignored, filling pages
with their self-absorbed moaning, hear me I`m
suffering and it is the fault of the system.
I ask o the twitters write something that is not
about yourself, say something new today but
not yet, let us see the beauty of the sunrise.