Thursday, July 7, 2011

Ode to Twitter

with sincerest and most heart-felt apologies to Bill

To Tweet or Not to Tweet that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to keep your
opinions to yourself, and remain silent.
Or to take to the keyboard and
And by tweeting expose them. To type - to tweet
some more; and by :to type we say we "speak"
out our mind with all the thousand other useless thoughts
the mind is heir to: 'tis a sound bite
Devoutly to be wish'd? To Tweet, to write;
To write, perchance to get followers—ay, there's the rub:
For in that notoriety of followers, come dreams of self importance.
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Our tweets will still be here—that's immortality.
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would want an eternal record of their inanity
Th'oppressor's emoticon, the proud man's smileys,
The love of abbrevi8ed wrds, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient rethink of th'unworthy tweets
When he himself might find it useful to silence
his keyboard. Who would fardels bear,
To bang and pound on a any keyboard,
But that the dread of flaming or no followers, in
The undiscovere'd ether, from whose bourn
No message is recalled , puzzles the mind,
And makes us rather bear those thoughts we keep
Than send to others that we know not who?
Thus delete does make cowards of us all,
And thus the glowing hue of screens
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of rethink,
And essays of great diatribe and genius
With this regard their cursers move away
And lose the the will to tweet

2 comments:

thedivinelamp said...

Aww, Willie, you always were a long winded bas--rd. To tweet or not to tweet: How 'bout an answer?

I mean, really, your verbosity reminds me of Homer (the Greek poet, not the cartoon god on Fox). That clown once wrote: "What shall I say first? What shall I keep until the end? The gods have tried me in a thousand ways. But first my name: let that be known to you, and if I pull away from pitiless death, friendship will bind us, though my land lies far...I am Laertes' son, Odysseus."

What? He couldn't just write "call me Laertes" and been done with it? What is it with you wordsmiths? Do you have any idea how many high school freshmen you've pi$$ed off over the centuries?

Puff the Magic Dragon said...

Bwahahahaha,

Scripture to keep in mind

Six things there are, which the Lord hateth, and the seventh his soul detesteth: [17] Haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, [18] A heart that deviseth wicked plots, feet that are swift to run into mischief, [19]A deceitful witness that uttereth lies, and him that soweth discord among brethren. [20] My son, keep the commandments of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother. ***Cf:Douay-Rheims Proverbs 6: 16-20

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