Twitter’s a sewer;
I find I press fewer
and fewer times launching that app.
An agitprop brewer,
though slightly less bluer,
these days, my feed’s mostly pure crap.
There’s fodder for poems
(you probably know ‘em)
such as Florida Man’s escapades,
like when he bought the farm
when a gator disarmed
him while hiding from cops in the ‘glades.
So, sometimes I open
the app when I’m hoping
to get inspiration to write,
but it’s time to change horses
and find better sources
that won’t disappoint me tonight.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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