Twitter Can Be Extremely Frustrating
But I keep using it
Laying in bed
feeling half-dead
I’m a knucklehead
so I’ll get on Twitter.
What a bad idea
worse than gonorrhea
a crap app, diarrhea
I’m feeling bitter.
Too many opinions
from insane minions
“I hate Virginians”
says the babysitter.
It’s good for connections
bad for corrections
filled with projections
it’s verbal litter.
His opinion you scoff
so you go off
you should log off
but you’re not a quitter.
There’s some benefit
I enjoy other’s wit
but that’s about it
can’t fix puke with glitter.
I see prayer’s for death
it’s as sick as meth
I’m out of breath
as you titter.
Change ain't my aim
I like to complain
I’ll end this exclaim
by getting on…