I had seen this local piece not long ago (by J. Peder Zane on the Twitter phenomenon) and then saw it again today on Arts and Letters Daily.
Do I need Twitter? Will it enhance my life? Or is this the tipping point at which my nervous system finally falls a fatal step behind the curve, starting the long stagger into senescence?
Shall I disturb the universe with Tweets? (That always reminds me of Peeps, the appallingly sweet and gooey Easter candy my kids love). More importantly, could I do so with a straight face?
What would Harrison Bergeron say?
What would Emily say?
No bobolink -- reverse His Singing
When the Only Tree
Ever He minded occupying
By the Farmer be --
Clove to the Root --
His Spacious Future --
Best Horizon -- gone --
Whose music be His
Only Anodyne --
Brave Bobolink --