If Shakespeare Had a Twitter Account

To Tweet or not to Tweet: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to send the links
And replies of outrageous boredom, or to take arms
Against a sea of updates and by opposing delete
Them? To follow: to be followed: no more; and by auto-DM
To say we end the annoyance and the thousand messages
Shock my screen and I pull out my hair too, ‘tis a constipation
Devoutly to be moved to a new folder. To get a worm, to corrupt;
To corrupt: perchance to repair it: oy, where’s the pub?