Tis not a joyous time for Bard today,
My soul is low on joy, my drive needs RAM,
These tweets both clog my heart and block my way,
The E-mails promise much but turn to spam.
My Netflix queue is muddled with despair,
Filled with soft core porn and Tom Cruise flicks,
My dreams do carry me to lands so bare,
Devoid of starry love and Facebook chicks.
I try to text a message filled with hope,
But get a summons for driving as I do,
The officer is angry, calls me “dope”,
Reminds me of the times and days I rue.
Yet I abound with “Idols” and with Glee!
And “Housewives of New York” repeats on E!