I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen. -- Ernest Hemingway

I have been brutalized,
Technical roughnecks,
Chilling me braindead,
For jot, tittle, & specks.

Diacritical i’s & crossed t’s,
They did thrust in my back,
Like daggers and swords,
Mine enemies all attacked.

These are no ordinary foes,
They meant to do me harm,
Bald head down to my toes,
Awakened me in great alarm.

Running around in my head,
Shadow people dark powers,
Spooky things spoken to me,
Obscenely in midnight’s hour.

Mad-dog poets in previous  lives,
Likely some furiously jilted wives,
Stabbing men mercilessly using,
(P)oetic (M)ood (S)wings knives.

Do your best to be correct,
If corrected take with salt,
And remember to be polite,
Powerful  AD’ers rule the night.

If you rile them trouble is near,
You’ve acted foolishly my dear,
Sodom and Gomorrah is here,
Get thee out of there it’s queer.

Run like Mr. Dickens for the hills,
A Tale of Two Cities I left unread,
I leave this rule for others, If right,
Go ahead, Mr. Crockett, I’m dead.