Wryter know thiself

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,

That’s lyfe,

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 wryte!

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.