Incorrigible [r] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Oh, I wish someone could teach me English: working
in an assembly-line government unit, it would help so
much if I knew how to write proper English, if only to
relay other languages in a perfect way - such as my

Accomplished superior seniors can, it's a pity that all
my alternate selves are incorrigible in the extreme -
finding it impossible to convey any text according to
the rulebook that reigns supreme in the life of every

Well-adjusted, gifted rule-bound editor, especially
given the amazingly beautiful and clear-cut, stream-
lined source texts which thrill the true official to the
bones, but which my alternate selves can't fathom

Sentences - atrocious, pronouns - disgusting & all
verbs shocking with terminology a hanging offence,
the original text could only be saved by rephrasing
everything: who assigned a complete Taugenichts

To work for the poor, unfortunate soul who presented
such a lovely source text explaining why he's so lost,
so sad, so victimised in his victimhood, my version of
his sad tale was taking this poor, unfortunate soul

To destruction, luckily the rulebook-coterie came to his
aid with a pristine depiction of all the crimes committed
against him in flowing lines of the purest poetry, perfect
in syntax and meaning, lovingly created to caress the

Eye and ear of the reader and please the palate; some-
thing I could never accomplish in a million years…