Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

It's Twitter's Fault

Restrict me, ban me, censor me
I implore
My freedom of speech heretofore
restricted
My right to expression
muffled like a mask against a deadly disease:

the misuse of words

formed by
a one man army with a propaganda campaign
against a redacting overlord and
deemed by you, the owner of said business,
Necessary to suppress
with a corporate right
to snub me
snuff out what you see, er,
I'm sorry, your fact checkers...

or

you could
implore indifference
don't react, stay
these words of his/mine won't play
but Twitter, the President
of our U.S.A.
what a snit, hey?

he can just sign legislation
to may this all go away?

Well, I could have some fun
thinking I could mix up a batch
a potion of words and hurl
at your expense
but I've grown tired of you
and of making a self-defense...

so, sign the executive order
which to him seems
'turnabout is fair play'
this is a democracy
and I can sue your pants off?
if I don't get me way?

You're putting a cap on that right, Don?

Meh.
We'll see.


5.28.20
Just a poem made up in a flash and will likely forget about for a few days.
Interesting, though. Freedom of speech is not good for some businesses, I gue-ess. {that's a lilting syllable, right there, that was. uh-ha.)