(Insert words) is spinning out of control,
a tweeter all a twitter trolling 
            the dark, early morning
                        hours, 
a wedding ring spinning on a bar top,
a five-cent coin spinning on a table top
              bumping a coffee cup, 
                   bouncing off a spoon, 
            sputtering to a stop, 
a copper-head penny on the dirty floor. 
Don’t pick it up; let it rattle;
                                 let it 
                  roar. 
           Walk out the door. 
            Watch out for
the troll tweeting in 
              the dark, early, morning
                           hours. 
Women, sweating and spinning 
               in a spinning class, 
                look out the glass 
   into the dark, 
                 forbidding 
                             morass.