Another spellcheck poem! Isn't it pretty? These are pretty much the only poems of mine that I don't violently dislike, now...funny how things work out.


Squawking prophesized digit's protrusions to be

occasionally independent tragedy.

The biscuit exception was unconscious,

but choked exercise managed

and received the aforementioned structuring.

Wondrous chestnuts came across abbreviated.

Bureaucracy connoisseurs' hideous harassment

And caffeine professionalism inevitably lead

To an innocuous sheath in Massachusetts.

Practicing schizophrenia helps to accommodate noir.