Local cursors, yet so clever Bribes an adrenaline Her addiction through the keys Felt like nicotine Copy paste, Copy paste, How many words to chase? Delete or erase, She astonished a few mistakes Only realizing with an aftertaste
She would scribble down new abbreviations Silly explorations, And sincere appreciations Highlighting them in Italics
Countless minors criticize, Eighteen, selected font size, Affix buttons of grammars or otherwise, The error might sound automatic
Detached quotations, Unfinished conversations, Unprepared preparations, These flares are somewhat emphasized in Bold
Published chapters, Wasted hours, She double-dipped in his sweet & sour traits And then betrayed her own heart of Gold