Thread by @nattybumpoe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I scrolled, my eyesight bleary,
Amid a sea of quips, and trolling spews, my ego still remained unenthused.
While I dazed, nearly slumbering, suddenly there came a chirruping.
#BlocktheBlue

As if someone gently tweeting, tweeting at me Hashtags deplored
"'Tis some follower," I muttered, "tweeting at me hashtags deplored—
Only this and nothing more.
#BlocktheBlue

Ah, distinctly I remember, profit losses in that bleak December,
And each separate aging hashtag written about SpaceX be deplored.
#BlocktheBlue

Eagerly I wished for grandeur, for control of thoughts and candor,
To silence every skeptic's slander—slander for my dreams, unmoored—
For my empire built on hubris and my conscience oft ignored,
Only this and nothing more.
#BlocktheBlue

Suddenly there came a sharing, as of someone gently DM-ing,
Tagging at me hashtags deplored.
"Tis some follower," I muttered" tagging at me a hashtag deplored—
Some follower late entweeting entries at me for a hashtag I deplore
Only this and nothing more
#BlocktheBlue

In the darkness I stood waiting, heart of steel and breath abating,
Hoping thus to hear the fading of the tagging at me tweets ignored.
Then, my critics, oh, so cheery, tweets and trolls from far and near-y,
#BlocktheBlue

As I heard the faint and cheery chirrup of a bird implore,
Whispering the dreaded hashtag, one I could no longer ignore:
Whispered "#BlocktheBlue," and nothing more.

Deep into that hashtag peering, long I stood there, doubting, fearing,
Dreaming dreams no CEO ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the bluebird gave no token,
#BlocktheBlue

And the only words there spoken were the whispered words, "#BlocktheBlue?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the words, "BlocktheBlue!"—
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into my chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tagging somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is someone @ me a hashtag deplored;

Let me see, then, what the matter is, and this enigma explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the followers and nothing more!"

Open here I clicked the browser, with the tweets to troll and scour,
In there stepped a stately bluebird of the Twitter days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above that hashtag deplored—
Perched upon a bust of Tesla just above the hashtag deplored—
Perched, and croaked, "#BlocktheBlue," and nothing more.

Then this azure bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
#BlocktheBlue

Ghastly grim and ancient bluebird wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the bluebird, "#BlocktheBlue," and nothing more.

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Could it be my bigotry, my arrogance, and narcissism that lead me to this prison?
Is it the lies I've spun, the lives I've crushed, the constant thirst for more and such,
#BlocktheBlue

That brings you here to taunt me, to remind me of my actions grim and sore?
Speak, oh wise and nameless creature—tell me of my life's misfeature!"
Quoth the bluebird, "#BlocktheBlue," and nothing more.

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
My divorces, children scattered, countless lovers, bonds all shattered;
Could it be these acts of hubris, born of love and lust and rapture,

Now haunt me like a specter, in the night to pay me measure?
Tell me truly, is this why you've come to visit me in leisure?"
Quoth the bluebird, "#BlocktheBlue," and nothing more.

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within my dreams, unbidden,
I shall find the validation for my deeds and grand ambition?

Shall I rise once more, unburdened, free to rule without derision?
Tell me—tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the bluebird, "#BlocktheBlue," and nothing more.

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting—
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no blue plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my screen's door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my phone screen!"
Quoth the bluebird, "#BlocktheBlue," and nothing more.

And the bluebird, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Tesla just above the hashtags deplored;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
#BlocktheBlue

And the gaslight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
#BlocktheBlue

@UnrollHelper