Poem: The Problem With Twitter...Is That It Exists

the high coup 
of the day 
 
lets secret clubs throw 
imaginary stones 
 
you get 160 characters 
and never have to show a  
hint of your own 
 
“don’t @-me!”  
is the saddest, dumbest 
thing I’ve seen an adult 
write 
 
a “talk to the hand” for 
dullards, with not even that much 
conviction 
 
everyone in constant 
audit-mode 
 
go fuck off!!