To tweet or not to tweet?

That is the question. So much so that I thought of writing this. Well Shakespeare wrote it. I just modified it to my own thoughts. Its quite apt.

To tweet, or not to tweet, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the possible time suckage arrows of outrageous time spent tweeting,
Or to take arms against a sea of the social media band wagon,
And by opposing end them? To poke?, to tweet?,
No more; and by a sleep to say we (actually stop trolling on the net)
The eye-ache, and the thousands of irresistible posts
That refresh is inherent to: 'tis a time consummation
Devoutly to be wished to be followed. To post, to spam;
To spam, perchance to connect. Of something useful– aye, there's the rub:
For in that spam of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause – there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the flames and dislikes of the net,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy tweets,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare blogkin? World web spidering bears,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country of entrepreneurship from whose bourn
No entrepreneur returns, puzzles the will, challenges the spirit
And makes us rather bear those ills we have to try something new
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus popular trends does make bandwagoneers of us all,
And thus the native hue of screen resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thoughtful content,
And enterprises of great promotion and marketing,
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you now,
The fair Muse! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my tweetful inspirations remembered.[1]

Originally by that awesome dude Shakespeare ( mod by Rolo)