A glimpse inside of a tortured english teacher's mind.

Here is a poem I wrote about grammarphiles. I love grammar, but I don't believe the way we teach grammar is the most appropriate way to do so. This poem is also an ulterior excuse for writer's block. The fact is it's hard for me to sit down and write.

What's even more difficult is making your writings public. I am not my worse critique, but I never think my work is good. At this point, what do I have to lose? I'm going to upload my work into the internet and let that beast be the judge.