A poem possibly about indecision more than anything else.
Inspired by a Twitter thread where someone said that an account open for eighteen months with only a handful of followers is a clear sign of a bot; for someone to reply that wasn’t true as it described them; only for the someone to come back and say that fact alone made them the least qualified to make the claim.
I don’t recall where such a fine example of ‘Twitter Logic’ was found. Too aghast to stop for mementos and screenshots, compelled to poetry instead!
The inspiration for this poem speaks for itself. Good thing, as I’ve no intention of ever mentioning it again.
Poems just come to me, seemingly from out of nowhere. This one appeared last night after a couple drinks. Unfortunately it’s unlikely to win me any friends.
Only people who like cats read/look at cat related things.
It’s always good to plan ahead. I thought of this while out for a walk by the lake on a beautifully perfect sunny summer’s day. Gothic to the last.
Inspired by a Facebook post and comment I saw while out for a scroll earlier today.
vs Social Media Part V
Simply put it just isn’t cricket! For starters:
This poem is inspired by one written a few weeks ago: Hollywood
Hollywood relied on a play of words to say something concise about a serious subject.
It also used a ‘playground metre’ to give it a ring-of-roses feel; the hope being to replicate the flippancy frequently shown dark matters. Continue reading