This Poem Is In the Process of Being Edited

This poem is being edited From all the wrongs you read The mistakes I've made along the way Are not for the eyes to see There are words that lose all their meaning Turning misspelling into an art Or the flow don't go the way it's suppose Because of misplaced punctuation! marks And I too often rely on spell check To move my poems along Which can turn my enemy into enema I guess that's not too far off There's so much more to poetry these days Than running out of thoughts and ink And me with only half a brain It takes twice as much time to think So while this poem is being edited Please sit back and relax If you see any mistakes that I have made Speak up now cause here's your chance