The Frustration

I am not properly trained
You’ll find errors in my grammar
In my spelling, in my structure

You may not like my stories
They’re apparently hard to follow
And I swear a bit too fucking much
And my punctuation is awful

My poems don’t fit into stanzas
The way most wish they would
It drives others crazy that
I don’t write the way their teacher
Told them they should

If you wanted pop
Then you should have called
Someone, anyone else

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