Every Single Error (Human Auto-Correct)
They always expect me
To know all the answers.
Well, I don't.
Can't they see that?
They surround my desk
Mobbing me for solutions
They might as well just
Pull numbers out of a hat.
Moths to a flame
Not that they put holes in my clothes
I mean, really--the answer is simple!
Why can't they see how?
I know they think it's okay.
Sometimes it is.
(If they could see the expression
On my face right now...)
Don't get me wrong
I like being able to help them
Aid them in figuring out
Answers to questions and such
But my brain rolls its eyes
When I feel like I have to
Correct every single stinkin' answer--
Really, it's just too much.
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Holding On While Letting Go
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've been writing since September of 2013 about various topics--my life, the world, love, things that are important to me, meaningful to me. What will they mean to you, if anything at all? Will my efforts have been in v...
