Beware the Twitter Monster
I wish I had a pill to forget the wicked words
that some have said.
And put away from memory the vile scripts
that I have read.
I always hoped when in my prime
I would be unable to sustain.
Those heinous thoughts which lie freakishly
appendaged to my brain.
These words I know and hopefully never use
still sit overripe and beg for my attention.
Should I lose my temper and emotions rage
and spew their sad redemption.
Knowing I will be eternally judged
on but a single thought or word.
And be forever sentenced to a life
where the scrutiny of dregs will long occur.
And in a moment of Human weakness
should I stumble at Heaven's door.
Will God and Twitter offer a tacit forgiveness
for my uttering of a word we all abhor?
But from what I've seen... something weakly said
can never be taken back.
As the fiendish hounds on a demented Twitter
enjoy blood stained euphoria in their attacks.
Let the person free of earthly sin be brought forth
to cast at me their hellish stone.
And in an ever lasting judgement take from me
the sixty years of kindness I have shown.
Or am I wrong? Does some gentleness thrive?
Are there people who feel less depraved and bitter?
Yes. It is my guess... they do exist...
They're just far too smart to be on Twitter.
The End
*For those who are interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
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