The poet reviewed the manuscript of an earlier voice recorded poem a few years ago, only to find she’d self-condemned as HOPE-lessly declas-SAY…

Investigators: Image at page bottom is that of the grammatically incorrect and self-anomalous screen obtained at first attempt to upload this poem’s recording. Its appearance was accompanied by both transceiver squeals and a cloud of evil smelling gas around the poet’s van.

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Recorded Reading (0:55): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/slcahfxw80n0lto970bh8/Upon-Discovery.mp3?rlkey=knbyj2l91rjqz83kqraznw93a&st=u9i1ltjm&dl=0

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Upon Discovery of a Telling Misspelling

Oh, my dear, my dear,
It’s pathetic’lly clear
She’s so uncool
She’s just a fool
It’s obvious, honey
She’s never had money
We priv’ledged prefer
Not to talk to her
We don’t know where
She went to school
But greatly fear
‘Twas nowhere near
Any academy
At which we’d be
Attending to the bell
To Finance 101 to go
However in creation,
In any realism, can
She not even know
To correctly spell
Household transportation
By which people go ~
The commonest brand
In our whole existence:
the Lear!
Oh, dear!

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This poet presently lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level.

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