In place of speech, I sit me down to write
A burst of words to send upon their way,
Across the wires and waves, unto the sight
Of others who have like for like to say.
A pun or two, a hashtag, if you will,
A pithy statement on the news just read.
In jest alone, intending no great ill,
Not wishing harm upon another’s head.
But nought will dredge itself up from the gloom
No words full fit to grace the shimm’ring screen.
So, sit I here ‘til darkness fills the room,
Reflecting on the lines that might have been.
My plans have come to nought and are defeated
For on this night, I shall not be retweeted.