I like Twitter a lot! I have met some great folks!
But, sometimes..well…it gets a little weird .
In my first poem of despair I sought out the advice of other Twitters.
In the second I focused on the art of unfollowing.
Now, in a third poem ( all destined, I am sure to become classics!) I am ranting about Twitter flirts.
I am sure that Twitter along with it’s older cousin Facebook will continue to yield ample subjects for my poetry.
If I see another stupid twitter flirt-I think I’ll go throw up in the dirt.
The cutesy types give me a pain-I’d rather talk to someone plain.
Someone who’s IQ is more than 53 and who acts older than thirteen!
“Who’s look at me tweets” aimed at every guy, are about my brains to fry!
Can you not do something else? Then to make a pest out of yourself?
Get a life, read a book, find a hobby, or such- You are beginning to sound just like a nut.
I guess it is really none of my affair- but, stupidity leads me to despair.
As long as there are women and men- twitter flirts will be sent
But, why you’re having all that fun-could you ,at least, try not to sound so dumb?!