Life With The Grammar Nazi

I hate pedantic motherfuckers that always
correct my parts of speech, she said.

I raised one eyebrow a bit and put on my best “Look at me, I’m a prick” smirk.

Are you sure
you don’t hate pedantic motherfuckers

who
always correct your parts of speech?

About

Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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