bloated blogging was not the way
so I let the flowing Twitter wash away
the cacophonetic sins of yesternet
purewittification via pipes of the internets
for peace in first and second life
we congregate and make tweets rife
I now submit to my god of the 140
I have my say and say it shortly
I surf the net from beside Walden Pond
if I hear blather, "Simplify," I respond
now lifted up I shant go back
with just 140 nothing do I lack
my many followers supply great mana
by perfected brevity I've attained nirvana