When I want @you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you all I have to do is tweet
I'll retweet you fine, follow and reply
Any time, night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz, I'm tweeting my life away
Gil Rimon: Poetry 2.0
Social networks are hell,
but rhyme awfully well
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Social networks are hell
My boss's wife, Karen, won a 20" Dell.
My nephew's so cute when he's munching a snail.
My cousin's cat, Louis, just got drunk and fell.
Social networks are hell but rhyme awfully well.
I like to like / Tina Buzzes
I like to like
But my baby just likes to post,
He wants to post,
He loves to post,
He’s got to post
Sunday, February 21, 2010
I unfollowed Scoble
Although I admire his views and his voice.
He runs through the techs where I only jog
But he scobelized my gmail to look like his blog
I'll refollow Scoble. To the moon. To the stars…
When google will limit him to 140 chars.
I unfollowed Scoble. Although he's a whiz
But he follows me still, so don't tell him, please.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
stay online when we kiss
Stay online when we kiss
I want them all to see
What lip stuff they all miss
When you share tongues with me
Your contact list meets mine
We're both linkedin at last
Let's kiss and stay online
Please don't sign off so fast
I want them all to see
What lip stuff they all miss
When you share tongues with me
Your contact list meets mine
We're both linkedin at last
Let's kiss and stay online
Please don't sign off so fast
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Poking and loving are two different things
Her old momma told her
When she was sixteen
That poking and loving
Are two different things
That when she has stocks
She should swim against trends
And remember that guys
Only want to be friends.
That omelets and rice
Are the product of wheat
And it's perfectly fine
To speak when you eat.
And then, when she finished
What she had to say
A white car with sirens
came, took her away.
When she was sixteen
That poking and loving
Are two different things
That when she has stocks
She should swim against trends
And remember that guys
Only want to be friends.
That omelets and rice
Are the product of wheat
And it's perfectly fine
To speak when you eat.
And then, when she finished
What she had to say
A white car with sirens
came, took her away.