I write things down with confidence
But when I read them back
I find that I have made mistakes
A sort of ‘word attack'
My pen goes all dyslexic
And errors fill the page
I read them through again, and then
It leaves me in a rage
How can I be so stupid?
And disrespect the language
My solace is a lonely room
And Bacon and Mushroom sandwich
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