Farewell to the Blue Bird.
sorry about your nest.
To find a new platform,
is next year's quest.
Hashtag games were great,
Scenes we'd like to see,
wordplay,
other things I sought.
Especially at the office.
It's a lot more fun,
if you don't get caught.
Met plenty of writers,
Took part in great chats,
and it was fun to meet
The authors' cats.
Then came the Muskrat,
the billionaire twat,
with constant demanding
of the "X" rebranding.
He wants me to pay for it?
I ain't giving him shit.
Who saw my post?
Just a bunch of spam bots,
and the occasional chat host.
Nazi bans revoked,
and hate speech stoked.
I've grabbed my coat,
jumping this sinking boat.
I might be back,
if the nest changes hands.
Titan, Shanksgiving,
maybe we'll get lucky,
With the next hullabaloo.
Until then, I'll see you,
on the place where
the skies are blue.
