By Emmett Lee Dickinson: He's nothing else – to do, You know – So he keeps tweeting Thus – Just as the News keeps telling Tales Of his familiar lies – Maybe, we shouldn't mind them – And then we wouldn't fume – But – because they can't muzzle him We receive his Gloom – | By Emily Dickinson: I've nothing else – to bring, You know – So I keep bringing These – Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars To our familiar eyes – Maybe, we shouldn't mind them – Unless they didn't come – Then – maybe, it would puzzle us To find our way Home – |