a/n: I just want to apologize for the foul language in this poem, but the characters just aren't themselves without it.  
Consider Yourself WARNED, either skip this one, or don't be offended.
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                              "Wrecked By Autocorrect" 
                              So, I've been trying to write this poem,
                              but I've been having some problems.
                              Well, really just one tiny problem.
                              You see, autocorrect is liking to kick my ass.
                              See, just the wrong key here and there,
                              you can not hear one is trying to talk.
                              Try as I might, this blamed machine is winning.
                              So, I'll quit trying this way and try another.
                              I've got an axe, now I'll whack autocorrect!
                              Autocorrect, kiss axe!
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                              Wrecked  by autocorrect...
"Whacked" by Auto  Crap
                              So, I've been trying to write this poem, 
Ho, Ivan be   dying, so what  his poem
                                but     I've  been having problems.
'bout? Ivan's brain have   pebbles!
                              Well, really just one tiny problem.
   We     all   just gone try  rob 'em!
                              You see, autocorrect is   liking   to  kick my ass.
Yo, Gee! Auto   Crap IS kicking 'yo  sick -- ass!
                              See, just the wrong key here and there,
We  bust the gong! Hey hear  all  that?
                              you can not hear one is trying to talk.
You  an  'yo dear gone be lying in chalk!
                              Try as I might, this blamed machine is winning.
Try, ass! I fight this  lamed    whine,   I's winning!
                              So, I'll quit trying this way, and try another.
Ho will quit lying  this  day, and try a brother!
                              I've got an axe, now I'll whack autocorrect!
Ivan, go an ask, how will whack Auto   Crap?
                              Autocorrect, kiss axe!
Auto   Crap  kick-ass!
                              **You   see?.........What I'm up against?
**Yah, Gee!..........What  ?    U.   again?
                              a/n: ... to beat the devil when 
he sings his sickening songs... 
                              ... steal them...
                              ...then laugh in his wicked face!
                                      
                                          
                                  
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