This is a poem I wrote for a professional development session in which we explored twitter...
Denial
Don’t wanna
Don’t hafta
Couldn’t run away fasta
Twitter has nothing for me
Don’t wanna
Don’t hafta
Couldn’t run away fasta
I don’t care if twitter is free
Anger
Twitter, twitter, twitter
Why should I care what people are having for breakfast
Why should I care what’s new on TV
Why should I care that you’ve arrived at the bank
And why do you send such nonsense to me?
Twitter...twitter....twitter....and, anyway...it’s a dumb name
Bargaining
OK, my friends are on twitter
My boss is on twitter
I’ll sign up ‘cuz twitter is free
My friends are on twitter
My boss is on twitter
I’ll try it so they can tweet me
Depression
I’m sad, feel bad
Twitter isn’t for me
There is nothing to do, nothing to see
And
Why are these people following me?
PS What is a hashtag anyway?
Acceptance
Not there yet
Not ready to say
I get it!
I will have to say, chats are a way
To participate
I will have to say, chats are a way
To build a PLN
I will have to say; maybe I’m one tweet away
From building a world I fit in
This poem is so clever and so true when you have experienced the Twitter stages of grief!
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