Personal Poem Processor
by Bill Knott
I swear the word insanity has two i's,
It Bears itself what it brands schizophrenia,
But if my diary is my obituary's
Childhood, do I hit Delete to update?
The northern none, the southern some, the eastern
Each and the western who are all to othern
To SpellCheck, or would be, if I knew how to
Correct my yawn's pronunciation of you.
Once born my meaning is porous to mania,
So forgive me if I speak of my penis before
My heart, me before you: I need such errors
To pamper this new ParseGram. Or is it too late
To index exits? Reaching the happen stage
Our navels lacked certainty, that body phase.
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