Your Fucking Tweets
are what I read instead of reading a book, instead of writing
a poem, instead of cooking a meal. Your tweets are the flypaper
I fly into daily. Your tweets are the elevator where all my buttons
are pushed. Your tweets are as subtle as a paper cut, as casual
as a rectal exam, as funny as getting a paper cut while getting
a rectal exam. You are everything I don’t want to be. Your tweets
are a road map to everywhere I don’t want to go. Your tweets
keep happening. I keep hitting refresh and there is always more.
Your tweets.Your fucking tweets. It’s a first world problem,
but you’re a first class douchebag.
Paychecks are the melody
I used to score my whole life.
It was how I new how fast
I could go, or how slow.
How to know when it was
my turn to sing.
You know, it’s just money.
And what’s money, anyway?
Oh yeah, that’s right:
It controls fucking everything.