by Kevin Porter

Created on: May 13, 2009   Last Updated: November 21, 2011

How Can This Be

Tell me people, how can this be?
Aspiring poets writing, illiterately
Lacking in basic language skills
Boggling my mind and making me ill

Their choice of words, I can't explain
When I read them, they skew my brain
A word like its they don't seem to know
For its possession it's meant to show

The contraction you're, fairs not well
While, the possessive form of you they spell
Why it's so, your guess is as good as mine
Ignorance, I suppose, will do just fine

Many a word they do not command
Is English truly taught across the land?
A footfall the sound of a footstep be
Is this known verily only to me?

Silence, an absolute lack of sound
Doesn't echo, it can't resound
My 30-day limit, 7211 Helium Rates
Endured by reading scribed mistakes

So blame me not, for what they lack
Nor the system should anyone attack
Like me, they only need to read and learn
For language is a skill that we all can earn

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