Tweeple And His Tweet
Was it the green horned monster
That made him tweet
Or was he plainly besotted
With Fame,the maiden sweet
Much mud thrown about
And names shred to bits
All that one had gained
Took a thousand hits
She fretted, he fumed
But all in pretty vain
Mirrored vanity cracked
Fair play thrown in disdain
Lies, pretense, bravado
Witnessed all in a day
Some cried foul when
The media czars took to slay
Like onion peels unending
Tales of disrepute tumbled
Oh how the mighty had fallen
And the bigwigs bumbled
Honour shed bloody tears
As unholy glories lay bare
For the humans had brashly tread
Where dainty angels didn’t dare
Fallen guys some
Merely overcoming birth pangs
A cover up so brazen
The moral soul by a thread hangs
Through all this muck
Will truth ever bare its fangs
And spew out the sad and murky tale
Of Lalit and his gangs ?
Or, as we debate fervently
And muse and mulch and mull
Like all things frostily forgotten
Will this too meet a demise natural ?
