Spell check is not your friend.

It titters on high heels like some pre Madonna

and belittles your best hammy downs.

It insists it is not disgusting you

while picking at sores from Ancient Orange.

It will praise your half fast attempts

as it glibly promises the Pullet’s Surprise.

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No, spell check is not your friend –

far from the contrary.

It tells you defiantly not to worry even when

impersonated in a consecration camp.

The best it can do is help

ream you out with mental floss

as you whine down from a stressful day.