End of the week of Twitter haikus (@DwiTrevor). Here's the sonnet.
My Internet set to a single task:
Remaining current without needing to ask.
This person is a Facebook polluter;
With ignore feature, him I will neuter.
A drunk is at the bottom of the cask,
No nickname or alias for a mask:
Pitiful catalog of each shooter.
But, should I reserve for expectations?
These words on walls are hardly harming me,
Even thought some spam, rather than ration,
While they declare their lives for all to see.
It's not like I'm above their stations
(Besides which, it's still better than TV).
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