I don’t fuck around
When I fuck around.
Make no mistake, when I make
A mistake, I might mean it.
In fact, I carve carefully
Around and around
My error-strewn texts
Like a Michelangelo
Of solecisms,
Sculpting my way to the shape.
I want you to notice fault
Lines, neological flaws.
I’m crafty with slacker feints.
Lackadaisical I ain’t.
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