I try to write

but something just ain’t right

my grammar seems hammered

my punctuation is an abomination

and sometimes my is spelling

appalling.

My thoughts are correct,

but after I put them on paper

to inspect

I see, too often “dribble,

drooling back at me.”

Could it possibly be

that I may have ejaculated to soon?

Maybe I should have picked up the dictionary

at least one that isn’t outdated and warn;

for, it would have protected

me from what I have spewed.

What have I done to myself?

Now, that I’ve done what I’ve done

there is nothing I can really do

to undue what I have done!

Now, that the story is published

and on the shelves, as well as on the net,

I’ll bet…

“That Master of a Piece”

will put me in debt!

I’m sure that now, all I’ll get

is zero’s without a check!

I must now, deny, that it’s daddy’s baby!

Yes;

I’m willing to go on Maury

to tell the world my side of my story…

Maybe then Oprah…

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will see me

and want to take the time to read me,

and then, recommend my true story

that was clever witty and wise

to the world as a best seller

so that real numbers

can be printed on my check

and put a sparkle in my eyes.

After all, as the old saying goes;

I’m not really as dumb as they get,

I only suffer from my own mental neglect

because, I did not take enough time to properly inspect

what turned out as a wreck!