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My Spellcheck Brings All the Boys to the Yard
Tim Goldstone
My spellcheck recommends
termites instead of marmite
and I worry about what type of life it leads
and should I call social services and
I worry it’s sitting by a broken window
in a condemned highrise
where it’s the only remaining tenant
and it’s swigging from cans of Special Brew
while squatting on top of a stolen barstool
rips in the seat patched by parcel tape
while it blasts away with a sworn-off shotgun
at the local children in the yard below
who excluded from school
hunt forlornly through bins
for discarded spellings.
Tim Goldstone
My spellcheck recommends
termites instead of marmite
and I worry about what type of life it leads
and should I call social services and
I worry it’s sitting by a broken window
in a condemned highrise
where it’s the only remaining tenant
and it’s swigging from cans of Special Brew
while squatting on top of a stolen barstool
rips in the seat patched by parcel tape
while it blasts away with a sworn-off shotgun
at the local children in the yard below
who excluded from school
hunt forlornly through bins
for discarded spellings.