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OF A TWIT AND HIS TWEETS

                                            

The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,

from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.

English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary

is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.

It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese

than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter

or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?

Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit

tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.

Why Twitter and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.

The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.

The twit that tweets promises that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,

he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.

A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:

“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”

Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal

and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.

Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;

and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.

Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief

who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.

What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;

that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.

But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding

feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.

Of Tweets & Twits

 

English is but second lingua franca. Its rich vocabulary, -ally

rhymes easily; home in song, psalm, prose … or … poetry.

The richest tongue (by -al word count) owes its wealth to heavy

borrowing from other tongues … and His timing … uncanny.

To wit: There are more English-speaking Chinese than, -ally,

Americans. More Chinese than Americans know twit … from tweet.

Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Twits are taunts. To twit is to titter, or taunt. Hmm;

why then Twitter, not Tweeter, in ?

Why Twitter and not Tweeter, albeit, an intriguing riddle isn’t the point, in ;

much more intriguing is Twitter’s, algorithm.

Algorithms are procedures or formulas for solving problems. It may be, in ,

a step-by-step set of transformative, operations.

A set of transformative, operations; such is AN ATLAS, POETIC. For therein, in ,

an Angel-Trainee, pleads for … evolution.

 

Black Humor is Funny Too

Black humor is humor … true. A blitzkrieg of the King’s and pidgin English

upon a balkanized globe’s dialogues has been too often nightmarish!

After Greek, English is only the world’s second lingua franca. A rich vocabulary

and easy rhymes are at home in song … psalm … prose … or poetry.

The richest tongue (by word count) owes its extreme wealth to fortuitously heavy

borrowing from other tongues … and the quirks of His timing … uncanny.

And now the Islamic State taunts and haunts Twitter from the relative safety

of a cybernetic perch, high atop … the lofty tree … of precious liberty.

To wit: With more English-speaking Chinese than there are Americans probably,

there are more Chinese than American wits, knowing a twit, from a tweet.

Tweet is commonly understood, but twit? Twits are taunts. To twit is to titter

or taunt. Hmm; curiously, our host … is Twitter … not Tweeter.

Why Twitter and not Tweeter, albeit, an intriguing riddle, isn’t the point. It’s the truth

of black humor that makes black humor … bruise … and humor, too!

Twitter, Tweet, Tweeted and Tweeting; All New Meanings and Re-tweeted, Coined; All to Waste, When … We’re Wasted.

After Greek, English is the world’s second lingua franca. Its vocabulary and easy
rhymes are at home in song … psalm … prose … or poetry.

The richest tongue by far (by word count) owes its extreme wealth due to heavy
borrowing from other tongues and the quirks of His timing … uncanny.

There are more English-speaking Chinese than Americans; and more Chinese
wits than Americans … perhaps … know a twit … from a tweet.

Tweet is commonly understood … but twit? Twits are taunts. To twit is to titter
or taunt. Hmm. Curiously, our host is Twitter … not Tweeter.

Why Twitter and not Tweeter, albeit, an intriguing riddle, isn’t the point. Rather,
it’s just that more people, than bluebirds, are tweeting … on Twitter.

Twitter filled ready made voids. That it did so with 140 rather than 150 characters;
seemingly genius …. After all … we’ve all gone … atwitter.

Twitter, tweet, tweeted and tweeting; all been given new meaning and re-tweeted,
coined. All to go … to waste … when we are … wasted.

Titters and taunts are tweeted and re-tweeted on Twitter quite mean-spiritedly;
better to be … a poetic writer … good-naturedly.

GOD-GOOGLED … CO-AUTHORS

Billi “Buzz” Ard, the Fly,

The proverbial fly on the wall is near everywhere. What’s the all-seeing, all-hearing,
Buzz Ard seen, and heard, over … archaeological … ages?
Kisses, hugs, sighs, merciless eviscerations, beheadings, rapes and shrill, blood-curdling,
screams. Buzz the fly’s been … on all … (wo)man’s stages.

Hung “Kong” King, the Ape,

Kong, the ape; as dysfunctional as necessary to ruin whatever’s thoughtfully
planned; an ardent fan of royalty and all its trappings, King Kong
abhors change, revels in political incorrectness and limits what’s needlessly
planned, to TV-dinners, TV Guide … wine … she-apes … and song.

Lou “The Lip” Lippi, the Lemming,

Lou the lemming is the Arthur Everman of animal worlds. He is filled with terminal sorrow;
best being all things … to all men … as convenient.
He’s heard the Word, and of the opiates of masses; fate’s loneliness and his sad morrows,
fuel … a paralyzing … and powerless … irrelevance.

Imso “Job” Stateless, the Chupacabra,

Job, the chupacabra is a shy, God only, knows what. He is afraid of ubiquitous shadows,
of good doctors, whom might yet help; of life, love … and dreams.
If anything (save blood-sucking) needs gettin’ done, what better day then, than tomorrow?
For dreams … lose steam … when stymied … are dream teams.

Abraham Solomon “Nerd” al-Nerdi, the Sheep,

Abe, the sheep: Abe is surely the geekiest sheep alive; missing links, albeit rare, are.
But from Abe to Art, not a clue to review. Dreams are
like that. Of course, getting credit matters not to those whom seek where treasures are.
What matters is … that treasures are … where hearts are.

and, Arthur “Art”, Everman,

Ah, Arthur: Less than heroic looking, nonetheless, Art, like some heroes, is a dreamer;
alas, like all too many dreamers, he’s a dreamer of pipes;
for dreams, being dreamy, oft dissipate before life’s onslaught, as if, they never were.
Yet timely visions … in time … may become … ripe.