When ideas are batched
and presented in a flash
It is hard to tell with the splash
if they are all matched
We find ourselves smashed
reacting to a gash
when what was hatched
was put together half-@$$
We lose our self-composure
With repeated exposure
Over and over
to content so polar
do we expect our psychomotor
to respond like it’s sober?
At best its mediocre
hopefully without an odor
possibly driven by a poser
known as a twitterosa
Ensconced in what’s trending
No point in mending
Leaving it all with an ending
we were not intending
Do we dare try to do better?
Maybe remove the pressure
Come back together
Remember the pleasure
of pausing long enough to measure
and strive with up to 280 letters
to match with a greater good endeavor
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