Hang her high!
She tweeted what she should not.
Out to dry!
She did it, yes, she did, she posted it.
Said a thing or two she’s now regretting
And some are saying, stupid girl, a dullard, what a tit.
Me, I’m wondering, what about the old days,
The things we did and said that keyboards never caught,
The silly, stupid things, the mad and mental,
The things we did, full knowing, we should not.
I’m thinking she’s a silly girl for tweeting,
Sharing status, dubious, to all,
Putting neck and job online, forgetting,
That others see
That anyone can run with
Make a private call.
I’m thinking that she shouldn’t have, but musing,
How many of us would still have been employed
If everything we’d done and said, back then, had all been
Captured on a timeline, on the internet, for the world.
I’m vexing for young woman caught, so stupid,
Twenty-four or so, so soon to be dismissed
If what she wrote is deemed to be inflammatory or offensive
And why the hell, oh lassie, did you not resist.
I’m thinking of all we others who have ever
Been just as stupid, in our pasts, or presents, never seen,
Are we any less culpable than she is,
For stupid not now showing on big screen.
I can’t stop thinking of that lassie,
Career on hold, most likely, gone for good,
Such a waste, and how two-faced some folk are,
As if they’ve never fallen, always done what they all should.
I’m thinking of the arguments, the counter,
The should-have-known, should-not-have put it there,
I’m thinking of Big Brother and her mother,
Of voyeurism. I’m thinking it’s not fair.
I’m thinking and I’m glad it’s not my daughter,
I’m hoping that good sense and fair play win the day,
I’m thinking still of how we could all be that lad or lassie
And I’m cussing on pc and on the internet today.