They text,messages drown in furrows of soil irrigation,
Tittering rings hollow,filters hide what hearts should know,
I crawl past bogies,faces that mean nothing-
Modern Love is limping
They scroll endlessly,ghosted signals extinguished in flames,
Their faces lit by others' illusions,souls marooned,
Love needs medical aid
Their bosom are lumps of fat instead of human hearts,
Oaths deleted before we can see them,fade and gutter out,
Longing has download error,and desires lags-
Their sangomas miseducate them
#Sangomas---witchdoctors
incessant talker
zero common sense
wisecracking wizard
a jesting joker
annoying others
relatives run
co-workers hide
strangers don’t know
until they do….
resident
idiot
family clown
moron
buffoon
twit
Hiddildy Tiddly Twiddly Twit
Tried on ten hats and none of them fit
Tried on the pants all without fly’s
Luckily they were all the wrong size
And as for the shirt with collar and cuffs
Thought that the frills were just a bit much
As for the jacket with buttons that shined
He asked “please tell me this ain’t all ya kin find”
And as for the shoes to his feet they were news
A left and a right, well, he just couldn’t choose
Thus, Hiddildy Tiddly Twiddly Twit
Walked out the door the way he came in
Two beards and two noses but only one chin
Elon Musk bought Twitter for Trump
As Truth Social was in a slump
But now Elon frets
Trump does not pay debts
A chump in the dump takes a lump
Trump tells us all that he is wise
And we all know Trump never lies
Trump Tax Returns show
What IRS owe
Who could that possibly surprise?
This guy has so much TV fame
Pouty and sad who throws a baby fit,
I don’t believe I have to name….
Babyish twitter who makes me grit.
Today you twitter, then you tweet,
as though to make your lives complete,
by echoing thoughts of people you admire.
Anticipating that great twitter,
you clutch your phones to reconsider,
the text-ed words of wisdom you desire.
You twitters prattle thoughts absurd,
as tweeters follow in a herd,
of voyeuristic bids to be of note.
You tweet and twitter photographs.
You L O L, the twitting laugh,
amassing twit-wits, with the rights to gloat.
You Tweeter-Dumbs are text-ed astray,
rushing to twitter your lives away,
losing precious time you’ll come to rue.
As tweeted gems of rehashed glitter,
by willing twits, of useless twitter,
dissolve in a vast milieu, void of sinew.
I had a boss who thought he was it
He was an Egotistical Twit
When he passed away
On funeral day
Only two people showed and that’s it
The problem with your average twit,
When it comes right down to it,
Is not the twitiness he’s got,
But more the sense that he has not.
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