The Tweeter
He said he loved her,
though he didn't know her.
Sent her a pic to prove it,
but he was skunk-drunk.
She tweeted back;
“Pervert!”
Upset he retorted;
“Skank!”
A guy said he was a Capitalist lackey.
He tweeted:
“Drop dead socialist donkey.”
His wit was razor sharp that night.
He continued to virtually yell at strangers
until his tweeting fingers grew numb.
Next morning
he wondered about
the little bird in his head
that knew everything
about absolutely bloody nothing.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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