The planet’s richest tongue (by word count), owes its wealth to its liberal borrowing,
from other languages, and history’s mystical, timing.
English is the Earth’s second, lingua franca. Now spoken globally, its rich vocabulary
is at home in song, psalm, prose, tweet … or poetry.
It may be there are more English-speaking Chinese, than Americans. More Chinese
than Americans may discern a twit … from a tweet.
Tweet is oft understood; but twit? Not as often. Twits are taunts. To twit is s to titter
or taunt. Hmm; why then Twitter, and not, Tweeter?
Alternatively, a twit is a silly, annoying, person, or fool. How appropriate that a twit
tweets on Twitter; a fool has fooled us, sans wit, albeit.
Why Twitter, and not Tweeter, albeit an intriguing riddle, is not the point, in debate.
The point is the twit, that has been, a tweeter of late.
The twit that tweets promises, that if he dupes the US, the American people, a wall,
he’ll build, women, he’ll cherish and books, he’ll sell.
A real tweet 09/06/15, by ‘co’-author Tony Schwartz, on his book’s real authorship:
“I wrote The Art of the Deal. Donald Trump read it.”
Don’t be so sad. Look at the bright side; for Donny’s legacy may well be the liberal
and conservative wings, of a Democratic Party, multilingual.
Be careful what you wish for US of America, for the tweeting twit is an opportunist;
and he is, in this tragi-comedy, no mere apprentice.
Indeed, what is humorous may be gravely serious; to wit, an ugly-American-in-chief
who aimed to be President, now is, the Commander-in-Chief.
What once seemed so preposterous as to be laughable is now, no laughing matter;
that notwithstanding his tweets, and his golden showers.
But fear not, US, of America; for the mutant mouth that is the Donny’s outstanding
feature promises that, sooner, or later, him, we’ll be impeaching.