26.1

I remember when Sick Nick told me, “X,”
And I thought, twenty years late,
Of saying, “Y.”
But having no idea where he was,
And having lost his no doubt defunct
Phone number,
I signed up to Twitter
Only to find myself
Proleptically suspended.

26.2

I remember when Sick Nick told me, “X,”
and I thought, twenty years later,
of saying, “Y.”
But having no idea where he was,
and having lost his
phone number,
I joined Twitter,
only to find myself
proleptically cancelled.

26.3

I remember when Sick Nick told me, “X,”
and I thought, twenty years later,
“should’ve said, ‘Y.’”
But having no idea where he went,
and having lost (or never having had) his
cellphone number,
I joined TWTR,
only to find myself proleptically
cancelled.

26.4

I remember when Sick Nick told me, “X,”
and I thought, twenty years later,
“should’ve said, ‘Y.’”
But having lost his location,
and having lost (or, more likely, never having had)
his cellphone number,
I joined TWTR
and saw myself proleptically
~~cancelled~~.

26.5

I remember when Sick Nick told me, “X,”
and I thought, twenty years later,
“should’ve said, ‘Y.’”
But having lost his location,
and having lost
his cellphone number,
I signed up for TWTR
and beheld myself proleptically
<s>cancelled</s>.

26.6

I remember when Sick Nick told me, “X,”
and I thought, twenty years later,
“should’ve said, ‘Y.’”
But having lost his location,
and having lost
his number,
I signed up for TWTR,
proleptically
celled.

26.7

I remember when Sick Nick told me, “X,”
and I thought, twenty years later,
“should’ve said, ‘Y.’”
But having lost his location,
and having lost
his number,
I signed up for TWTR,
~~ITE~~
tabled.

26.8

I remember when Sick Nick told me, “X,”
and I thought, twenty years later,
“should’ve said, ‘Y.’”
But having lost his location,
and having lost
his number,
I signed up for TWTR,
ITE,
MISSA EST.