Some of my innocent, Calvinistic colleagues cannot <br />stand friendliness, so when I get angry with them, <br />I simply start twittering just like Miss Marple, tottering <br />to them to share all my woes interspersed with my <br />always unappreciated jokes - some roll their eyes - <br />others flee, one or two listen for a moment or two <br />with superficial glee until they run away suddenly <br /> <br />Satisfied to have done my duty, taken my revenge <br />on a meaningless world, I return to my desk, ready <br />to catch any new victim, though when I'm garrulous <br />it is amazing how few people come in my direction, <br />it gives me immense satisfaction to penetrate the <br />social section for a few days - when I'm thoroughly <br />despised by all and the atmosphere turns hostile <br /> <br />I turn back into my mind, contemplate books and <br />theories, science and ideas, collecting new material <br />with which to drive hubby insane, terrorise the kids <br />and irritate brilliant scholars and great learned men <br />trying to indoctrinate the world to believe that we are <br />even more idiotic than we think - though I am on the <br />brink of understanding what they mean given <br /> <br />The books that I read about mental disorder and in- <br />stability and the programs on TV where razor sharp <br />voices belt out songs that hurt my ears in proof that <br />humanity's IQ is rather low, EQ is zero and falling…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twittering-like-miss-marple/
