If I see one more red line while writing a poem,

I think I’m going to scream.

The screen telling me my grammar is all wrong-

A misspelled word here, wrong punctuation there,

How does it know what I want?

How does someone sitting in the programming office,

At Microsoft know whether or not my word in a new line,

Needs to be capitalized or the end of my sentence needs a period!

Listen here, Bill Gates, if I want to put the word ain’t

In my poem, get off my back it is where it’s supposed to be.

If I didn’t listen to my 11^th grade English teacher,

What makes you think I am going to listen to you now?

Get off my screen and invent something, or better yet

Do the damn poem for me, since you seem to have

Perfect grammar and an infinite thesaurus.

Another long green line sits above this one

Demanding that I revise, revise, revise!

Ah Bill Gates, mathematician,

Scientist, Computer God,

Poet.