I put I where Y would be,
And Y where I belong,
I have been a wryter since eyghty-fyve,
People wyll read thei and styll assume,
Assume thyngs were myspelled,
I have says it calmli,
Verballi and yn words,
Shoutyng yn mi head,
Shoutyng yn mi heart,
No one understands!
Styll some man wyll ynquyre,
So what do iou do?
I studi to be a better wryter,
The other dai I asked a stranger to sympli play Word wyth fryends,
Mi fyrst move gleaned me thyrti-fyve poynts,
So he tri to Face tyme me,
Well thys lesbyan butch onli chats that wai with her fryend Paul.
All Y wanted was a game,
Don’t assume Y’m datyng matteryal,
Just a wryter,
Normal Empathic poet out wanderyng around,
At syxti-four don’t hassle me,
Don’t assume I am anione but who Y am,
Job sites I’m a wryter,vydeographyer, anymal lover,
Not a trucker,nor a travelyng nurse,
Val the wryter,
And that’s enough 4 me.