Twitter

I was told ‘try Twitter’ but can’t think what to write
What are you doing? Keeps me awake through the night
I’m tossing and turning awake in a sweat
The page is still blank, I’ve wrote nothing yet

Am I really that boring, is my life a blank page
I start to get angry, shut my book in a rage
Then the realization hits, this is just a new craze
An open book life is just a new faze

So though I’ve decided to twitter it’s not about me
It’s my ideas on world news and what others see
What are you doing? To myself I will keep
So I’m off back to bed to catch up on some sleep

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