Ky Thornton Poet Verse

The Analyst

I've got to watch out for my typos. 
My imperfections cloud my judgement
I forget which way is up or was it down
I hate that I get turned around. 
Struggles make me ill. 
Disappointment makes me still...
Still, I can't be still because I've got 
to fix my typos.
I've got to be the best
and I've got to tend to this mess. 
I've got to get an A on this test. 
Maybe I should rest..
rest, I can't rest because I've got 
to fix all these typos. 
Line after line
page after page 
the story has to change
it can't stay the same
because my diligence is real 
it doesn't matter how I feel
MAN THESE TYPOS. 
if I could just understand 
that I hold the key in my hand 
to unlock his door and her door. 
I know WHAT'S IN STORE    FOR THEIR FUTURE.
they're counting on me...to make it a bit more easy.
But I've got all these typos...

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