My punctuation kept me sane and well
But question marks appear and give me hell
Do I put it here? or at the end?
How can I calm my mind yet be on trend?
My spelling too has driven me insane
Once my hand wrote , thoughtless as a gnome
I’ve confused its and it’s and so much more
I ask my self if I can read a score
I cannot add up money in accounts
And feel such relativity devout
The phone calls, the utilities, the noise
My cat won’t purr when I feel so annoyed
I think I’ll leave out all the little signs
Enemies must read between the lines
How my heart sings 