Twitter Tweet Twitter Tweet Twitter (Twitter Tweet Twitter Tweet Twitter Twitter Tweet Twitter Tweet Twitter) - Poem by Eliza Doalot
Twitter this and Twitter that
My hair is wet, I lost my cat
I took a picture of a tree
I can twitter, look at me!
Twitter doesn’t profit a dime,
as investors blindly form a line,
to twitter that they own a share,
of something that’s not really there.
This twittered game of mirror’s and smoke,
will prove itself an impractical joke,
with time wasted on useless prattles,
of twitter’s ads and brainless addles.
As those who parlay self promotion,
feed the public’s frenzied notion,
that tweets are read by those who twitter,
while internet landfills heap tweeted litter.
A passing thought to reconsider,
there’s more to life than witless twitter,
as all the hype begins to show,
the more you tweet, the less you know.
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