A Poem

A hastily written line is

The most glorious way

To self-destruct on the page

Writing legibly will not do

Not to mention

Using a keyboard

That will be mostly lies, no less

We have enough of that

Sing, but do not let

Your self fool you

Tell you this is bad

Or that is far too easy

There is no need for criticism

Save that for others

Let your space be

Warm and comfy