I've transformated, morphasised,

I've bent, reformed, aligned.

Embraced and moulded with some zeal;

included and combined.

So now I'm out there, chick at large,

pouring forth my thoughts;

compelled to brief to unknown screens,

providing my reports.

When snuggled in my rain-soaked nest.

When waiting for my tea.

When just about to fly the nest,

the world calls out to me:

yet another must do task,

another public face;

this forum where the world colludes,

this boundless local space.

Without a real thought I fly

to the sentiment transmitter,

of course I feel I'm normal now

I spray my shit on Twitter.