You turn them over again, twist them to fit
However you place them they are uncomfortable, don’t sit
Right in the sentence that you are trying to form
You are frustrated, build frowns from your smile, let anger storm

When you read back the already written line
You grow more annoyed, irritated by the lack of fine
Detail, a lack of precision, a complete loss of style
You know what you want to say, but miss by a mile