Twittering Like Miss Marple

Some of my innocent, Calvinistic colleagues cannot
stand friendliness, so when I get angry with them, I
simply start twittering just like Miss Marple, tottering
to them to share all my woes interspersed with my
always unappreciated jokes - some roll their eyes -
others flee, one or two listen for a moment or two
with superficial glee until they run away suddenly

Satisfied to have done my duty, taken my revenge
on a meaningless world, I return to my desk, ready
to catch any new victim, though when I’m garrulous
it is amazing how few people come in my direction,
it gives me immense satisfaction to penetrate the
social section for a few days – when I’m thoroughly
despised by all and the atmosphere turns hostile

I turn back into my mind, contemplate books and
theories, science and ideas, collecting new material
with which to drive hubby insane, terrorise the kids
and irritate brilliant scholars and great learned men
trying to indoctrinate the world to believe that we are
even more idiotic than we think – though I am on the
brink of understanding what they mean given

The books that I read about mental disorder and in-
stability and the programs on TV where razor sharp
voices belt out songs that hurt my ears in proof that
humanity’s IQ is rather low, EQ is zero and falling…