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A PEOM TO MY TYPOS
Let me salute you, good buddies,
comrades who stuck with me to the end,
not unlike the retro virus hiding in my cells,
and never lost an opportunity to fuck me
over, the missing words that you loved to swipe
when I turned me head for even a second,
the misspellings that turned me from a
public to a pubic school teacher,
oh, you really got off on that stuff
and laughed hysterically when I pressed "Send,"
didn't you?
You sons of bitches who can't even put a
sentence together on your own, but have to
tear down everything I manage to write.
Well, I have a surprise for you.
I'm taking you down
when I kick the
bucket, and will no longer
even need to lick back
in anger.
December 20, 2018