Tweeter In Chief
He tweets days and nights,
He tweets while brushing his teeth.
He tweets past midnight,
He tweets before going to sleep.
He tweets at the wheel,
He tweets as he breathes.
Influential and quirky he tweets like chatter,
Merciless and stormy he tweets no matter.
He thinks he is the best at twitting,
Reading him countless are sobbing.
Attacking, denouncing, not thinking twice,
He tweets his guts like almighty advice.
Often he tweets beyond the pale,
Many skeptical of his tales.
If only he would tweet with temperance,
Otherwise 140 characters will be his own sentence.
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