After editing another author's humor since April
I scream unite and
Toss out grammar
Along with proper syntax
While returning to an Elizabethan style
Where hoarse can be horse, hors, horz, whors
All meaning the same thing on the same page
As periods and commas becoming extinct
While writing upside down and in the margins.
These modern hours of blurry tradition
To keep the anal-retentive silent in their literary caves
Started four hundred years ago,
Spawning endless stylebooks
Loaded with nightmares that rule
Exploring for exploding errors.
Googling proper nouns;
Checking spelling more than once is
A pain in the back
That should be abandoned
For story telling the old fashioned way
Keeping Carpel Tunnel Syndrome from being invented
Along with the word processor.
Sigh, I am halfway there.
Whatever that means.