T oday, we're in the state of chaos
W ith thoughts all scattered - take or give?
I ntensive worship doesn't pay us
T o tweet will never mean "to live".
T hat tears us apart: we follow
E normous piles of senseless crap.
R est, peace will end up all our sorrow...
(this line's not fitting poem, snap!..)
Twitter - Acrostic Poem
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