The Bard of Twitter
Already taken… my discontent spreads swift through the cloud,
made execrable by my only choice of @WilliamShakespeare1569, a 5-year canyon after my birth.
Centuries cannot dupe an Anti-Stratfordian contraption.
Is this a lark which I see before me, azured feathers fluttering in scratchy taxonomies?
Wherefore art thou a scribe for these versifiers who
tweet and twill with
c l i c k i t y , c l a c k i t y bombasities?
140 characters exceed Polonius’ notion of brevity,
though I suppose it would take 423 binary morsels to rewrite the world’s greatest tragedy—
not mine own words, but the players aboard this whirring vessel.
What soliloquy shall I spout to greet the masses who,
like kittens, lap up my rhythmic chains?
Nothing too taffety for the tag who tap upon tablets tied to their sprights, no,
I believe Marlowe (@kit1564) stunned them with a blank verse.
Aha! I am apt in this art of de-butchery.
Already 3,000 admirers frequent my thoughts, free
from 87.5% of The Lord Chamberlain's Men.
I need not wait for 5 Acts to promote ruckus in my name,
here, a mechanical machination licks my quill.
Quivering hearts, twofold, overflow my pillar box,
only to make haste as yarely as a summer day.
Pooh! I could have revived the Moor
in the time is takes to receive my beverage.
Hey-ho! An order for… Billiam Shagspeare.
Doth the barista not recognize me?
The most famous Bard of literacy.
#MondayBlues #WhoisBilliamShagspeare #NeedethMyMorningCoffee