Out running the Grammar Police

 

I have an old Zippo

from back when I smoked –

and a Hula from the dash of my car,

With a buck’s worth of gas

It would sputter and choke –

I never did get very far.

I still have my dog-tags

from back in the day,

My uniform seems to have shrunk –

I never became

all the things I did say,

in coffee - my doughnuts I dunk.

My English is broken

most words are misspelled -

My poetry stinks as you see,

I expect they'll be sirens

with bright flashing lights

when the grammar police come after me.

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