Show me how to write well, My mechanics are less than true. My signature is worthless, A hurried reminder of rushing through. Just as I commonly do. Oh, how I common do, Like it's all that I'm meant to. But I know you make the same mistake, Forgetting how to cross out plans you make. I wish I couldn't relate. Twenty-two years I scribbled through, Hurrying lines I never knew the right way to construe. So maybe if we slow down the same, Take off some time to rearrange, We'll meet up on the way. Cause I know you make the same mistake.