Typing Tourettes
Written on July 13, 2012
Updated on May 3, 2013
Her fingers were flying
Typing too fast to stop
While she guiltily ignored
Her inner Internet cop.
She just couldn’t help typing
What she had to say
While clicking out words
To inflict Internet pain.
Would she regret this tomorrow?
Possibly so.
But not before damaging
Someone’s fragile ego.
If only she’d clicked
Numbers One through Ten
Instead of sending her words
to her future ex-Internet friend.
And the moral of this poem
If you are still reading this, my friend,
Is to not create Internet-wars.
Like all wars...
They are too harmful to mend.
Copyright © Gail Debole | Year Posted 2012
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