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.