When I Type Fast
When I type fastthe words go past
the part of my brain
that has been trained
to spell the words
and punctuate
so readers can
easily calculate
the meaning of
the words I've written
and none of them,
will be smitten
with trying to consentrate
so that they can
translate
what I mean
because I didn't
filter clean
typos and no nos
of English Lit
causing a reader
to want to quit
reading what
I had created
that sounded as if
an inebriated
illiterate participated
in the editing of this
poem
for it is what
I am known
for
unlike
old Albert Gore
who goes around
trying to score
lots of money
telling people
its too sunny
and soon the world
will be hot
even in icy spots
and Polar bears
will soon drown
and their bodies
will be found
floating off
L.A. beaches
as green folk
give their speeches.
Please excuse
the mistakes I've made
and resist your temptation
to give me a grade
for I cannot slow
my fingers down
they jump from verb
to adjective to nown
and trip over letters
and commas and signs
so quickly I hardly
can seperate lines
but somewhere in here
and other works
I try to make clear
a poet lurks
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-03-02 at 03:34
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