This poem is in tribute to today’s initial public offering of Twitter:<\/p>\n
Twittering Away – Owed to IPO’d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Is there a longing beyond<\/span> This poem is a tribute to a technology infrastructure that serves as a superhighway to the inane.\u00a0 Of course, I’m slamming it ode school!\u00a0 I’m surfing the vapids, because this insipid superhighway is littered with abbreviated lives, and perhaps the farthest thing possible from the novel!\u00a0 Twitter is appropriately named.\u00a0 Humanity flits about distracted by all but the punyest ventures.\u00a0 Here is to trading up from private capital to the capitol of privates!\u00a0 So beat it!\u00a0 Unsuccessfully littering, your company papers and your loan company are strewn with thousands of public heirs. Congratulations, you’ve graduated from matriculating in class, to a mere one hand out from a classless society.\u00a0 In the face of such inaneness, I must admit: IPO’d.\u00a0 Still, I for won, am not buying it.<\/p>\n NOTE: there is a very obscure pun in this poem. ABB is the stock symbol for a robotics company.\u00a0 I think that they build them with 100% irony — you can rust assured.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This poem is in tribute to today’s initial public offering of Twitter: Twittering Away – Owed to IPO’d Is there a longing beyond The public stocks IPO’d Buy and buy The Alpha and Beta of existence Reduced to 140 characters … Continue reading
\nThe public stocks<\/span>
\nIPO’d<\/span>
\nBuy and buy<\/span>
\nThe Alpha and Beta of existence<\/span>
\nReduced to 140 characters or less<\/span>
\nHovering around tiny luminaries<\/span>
\nPassing flesh and mortar like gas<\/span>
\nA lusty err to some backwards throne<\/span>
\nThe writing on the wall<\/span>
\nIts singular accomplishment <\/span>
\nBringing the end nearer the beginning<\/span>
\nPosing as prose<\/span>
\nVainly bard<\/span>
\nTo the twitter’s fear<\/span>
\nLike the teeniest scandal<\/span>
\nIn the wind<\/span>
\nExercising their ABBs<\/span>
\nAs won voidable six-pack<\/span>
\nDreams taken by whizzes<\/span>
\nRaining in banality<\/span>
\nHailing nitwits<\/span>
\nFlailing to put sole<\/span>
\nToo their brevity<\/span>
\nA game of hash tag<\/span>
\nWith a phony high<\/span>
\nNever getting off<\/span>
\nWhat’s beneath them<\/span>
\nTrumped up charges<\/span>
\nPowering a virtual reality<\/span>
\nTheir fullish ways<\/span>
\nDealing only<\/span>
\nIn fractions<\/span>
\nCourting daft years<\/span>
\nAs married to miss demeanors<\/span>
\nA puerile of grate value<\/span>
\nNot just<\/span>
\nFor characters shy<\/span>
\nOf simply being gross<\/span>
\nTwittering away<\/span>
\nYour life <\/span>
\nIn the palm of your hand<\/span>
\nExposing your briefs to the world<\/span>
\nThe embarrassing lengths<\/span>
\nWilling to disclose<\/span>
\nIn heiring your dirty laundry<\/span>
\nTo the whirled<\/span><\/p>\n