Proofin’ piles o’ copy that are due.
Goofin’ is what many writers do.

I can’t believe singular, plural tethered;
these are the kinds of word crimes I have weathered.
It’s a disgrace, the things I see when
proofin’…nouns for verbs; it makes me rue.
Goofin’ is many writers’ purview.

It’s amazing, the kinds of gaffes I see…
adjectives employed adverbially.
Sometimes my fists against my head I beat when
proofin’ participles that are moved,
dangling; this just cannot be approved,
no, no no, no!

I’m feeling glum when this stuff comes my way;
I see tons of it nearly every day.
I thumb my Chicago [Manual of Style] until it’s frayed.
Some of the dreck I see frightens me lexic’ly.

Proofin’ sometimes instills sense of doom;
seething…from my mouth emitting spume.
Foam, foam, foam, foam.

Proofin’
such fucked-up stuff.