Twats-ville revisited - a archaeological bone hunt  

Wondering why I have Myspace-, a Facebook
and the worry if I should Twitter,
a tweet, sweetly OR Not,
seems  it's all just for Twat,
something I have naught,
or around here, lately sought,
just my memoried hungers, and a lingering need.

Lingering Need?  yet Memoried, in Me?
As time has overthrown my allegiance to
the foolish usurper and his cyclopean view
and restored Reason to it's rightful throne
now reviewing those needs, as memoried, alone.

Looking back in time,
now with sight of science,
seeing where once blind,
as when loves eyes our sights sole reliance.

Now it's clear these darlings, my dears,
me they did bleed,
after lying about and with any for years,
then on my person, these pushy pussies, did feed,
to ease their god bestowed gifts of unwanted menses,
my felt pain, only steeling their zeal,
so calling down sisters, they unleashed a feminine frenzy,

they'd gut, tear, and peel
filling their copious cunts to capacity,
my boned being, of no interest,
upon which their teeth only clattered,
having taken what never mattered
leaving- with sated shysters, and betrothing,
left me as I am; for others having only loathing,
a singularity picked cleaned, yet never really boned,
who while bleaching whitely, questions
"whats wrong with being alone?"