A Freak of Literature

A freak of literature Designed by those mad poets But escaped the lab: the English classroom, Its me G the hybrid word: With added punctuation and bold character so im strong- Arial be my font family but I paced away, So I ain't close to them So sorry paragraphs and stanzas! I guess the writer knows my verses. A lonely word, a sentence out cast: Low self esteem and narrow stem Serifs sticking out so im teased! Roaming the lines, in the bottom line Seeing meaningless words and incorrect spellings; Paragraphs hanging in the margins , Looking out for erasers and ink removers No word dreams of spending their literature: Stroked out; erased and torn out; Threw in a garbage can: that hell! O please writers answer us! We just want to be read in harmony, And spelled correctly. We words know: That these are the last Summarized times so the poem might end But let me finish up, The writers know the poetry The whole story, they created us! Words of this Chapter The freak of literature, How do I know? it's the writer The prophecy of the chosen word: The son of poets and the proper nouns So they all capital letters, Yeah! They coming for yeah! The errors, words that have been erased The undead, the unreadable Damn the legible, Think they better than us! Cause they accepted by the writers, Writing and prophesizing sentences Those verses forming stories, It's war: words stroked Cold inked so they erased, Torn out papers! This is deeper than writing! We all words destined to be read So some are reasoning, Is this a verse or a poem? Many words are beginning- to question their literature, Begging writers to write evenly, No orphans and widows: We just want to be spaced out, Adjustments and justified In lined sentences-so we spread out Properly uniting calling paragraphs; Growing in numbers to stanzas, So all the readers read us as one story.