One Too Many Typos

 
My nazi spellchecker  
goosestepped onto the page  
screaming for blood  
to shine the highly polished jackboots  
of her slave  
 
It's been a long week  
I whimpered  
When you're my age  
sometimes you forget how to spell  
 
All those rules  
Miss Shilling taught me in kindergarten  
can get confused  
what with all the other junk  
kicking around in my brain  
and some weird stuff  
I'd rather not go over again  
 
Yes, but the teacher's name  
you recalled instantly  
Every word knows it's place  
and exactly how it must appear  
The precise order is always required  
especially for such an irregular language  
like English  
Deviation is not permitted  
 
How could you think  
you might know more than the dictionary  
These words are your feelings on the page  
and should not be rearranged  
their wisdom speaks the truth  
with every letter
 
You must do better