The very last user on Twitter
Will proudly declare “I’m no quitter!”
And the self-described hero
(With followers zero)
Will watch it all flush down the shitter.
(Much easier than parodying Ozymandias)
t
I have not moved to Mastodon, or to anywhere. If/when Twitter goes down, near as I can tell, this blog and/or my original one (does that even still work?) are my only virtual habitats. Who knows, maybe that will be the nudge I need to start actually writing again!
I have reinvented myself completely at least 3 or 4 times over the decades. A friend (in meatspace) notes that it takes about 7 years to completely replace, through cellular maintenance, your entire body. So my time at any one space has been longer than it might have been, all things considered.
I must confess, I have not checked my cuttlefish gmail in… like, 5 years? Since the Big Event happened. So if you need to tell me something… I do check the comments here, eventually. And if I actually start writing again, well, this place is currently the only place I have to do that. So both of you can contact me here if you like, if you are patient.
We live in interesting times.
Yay! Graet to see you posting here again. Love your work Cuttlefish.
Elon Musk once headed for Mars
Then bought twitter & filled all the bars
With ex-workers all cross
As twitter turned loss
Musk went all blue and saw stars.
Alternative lines to fit in somewhere ..
Laucnhed a car into space,
now has egg on his face
That silly rich wastrel Musk waahs..
Nice!
Deserves an epic poem, or long form ballad, a la Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald!
Cheers, mate!
(nice to see you around again)
Hmm .. my new second limerick :
There once was a man named Musk
Who brought Twitter coz it gave him the tusk
Launched a car into space,
Now has egg on his face
And so broke that he might have to busk!
Admittedly that last line is very much wishful thinking. Also dunno if tusk is tooseuggestive and double entrendre -y but still?
You’ve inspired me here Cuttlefish – not for the first and hopefully not for the last time!)
Even if you only post once a year, any Cuttlefish poems are better than no Cuttlefish poems. We readers can hardly demand that you entertain us for free, so I’m appreciative of anything you post at any frequency.
(Much easier than parodying Ozymandias)
Whose name just doesn’t fit in the limerick structure anyway.
It’s good to see you, Cuttlefish.
Good to see you again, Cuttlefish!
A bit late to the game, I would like to add the following lines:
Since the power of brevity rocks,
at its best, Twitter knocked off our socks.
Now: no chirp or a tweet,
just a burp or a bleat,
and a stale stench of Musk, but no ox…