The Tweet Which Has Since Been Deleted
Apparently I am a deviant Mr McAutrie
Or so you publicly alleged
On the 25th of September, In your tweet, which has since been deleted.
Is it that I dare to deviate, that you find deviant Mr McAutrie,
Or the way in which my love goes unrestrained?
You neglected to say why you see, in your tweet, which has since been deleted
Perhaps it is the sight of her hand in mine Mr McAutrie
That turns your discomfort to disgust
I’m just trying to understand the words you used, in your tweet, which has since been deleted
Did you ever feel ashamed Mr McAutrie,
When you blindly cast aspersions, like seeds into the wind
As you sat all puffed up and proud to write your tweet, which has since been deleted?
Can’t you see Mr McAutrie, that your words like seeds, take root
Twisted, wild and gnarled they grow
Like your fingers on the keyboard as you sent the tweet, which has since been deleted.
Your fingers are not unique Mr McAutrie
Your words are cliche at best
Yours was just the latest in a long line of hate-filled tweets, which have since been deleted
I almost stooped to your level Mr McAutrie
Let my fingers run amock on the keys.
I wrote you hate filled words, like yours, threats of death, evisceration and worse
But as I hammered away online Mr McAutrie
I realised just in time
That you are not worth the anger I’d poured into my tweet which has since been deleted.