If ‘Facebook’ is the prudent food of modern age
whereto with ‘Twitter’ epithets you’ve ‘tweeted’
stewed with righteousness, or so you’d thought
with standpoint of a moral fortress shaped from
sand; you’ve thumbed your way sagaciously on
broader topics than a bar-room’s barreled wit -
and no ceasing to pages of it beeping off smart
phones and iPad’s in relentless conversation
for iconic organisers to invade personal space
faster than you’ll dream up insults sufficient to
stay ahead of this pack you found baying after
familiar scent which, on reflection, isn’t even
vaguely like anything you’d want to recollect
© 24 September 2013, I. D. Carswell
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