Typroze und Spell Czeckors

Am I speaking a foreign language on here?
How can my phone be so freekin' stupid
It has more memory than you and me
Ignoring the stroke in my occipitallobe
2 terabytes could download a better spell czeckor!
Messing up my comments and spoiling my poems
Making me say words I never meant to write
Imagine our mouths doing the same thing
Tongue twisters changing whatever we say
Whatever happened to the good old typewriter days  
when white out would cover up all my mistakes?
Proofreading was an artform for which I got paid
And if I was good, sometimes got me laid...
But now it's a mess as the beat became cheat
A miss turned to kiss, a fit was her tit  
The quarterback's pass suddenly spelled out tight ass
I searched for pics of a furry fox hunt  
but the phone got confused and found firy red cunt
While doing my taxes I requested the sum  
But then my thumb stumbled and made Seri cum
I asked Seri what was today's date?
she sent me instead to a site called jerk-mate
In the age of smart phones mistakes just ain't write!
Now the world thinks I can't spell anything right
What's wrong with my dumb phone, why can't it hear...?
When Ai starts thinking for me is my worst fucking fear
How will we know what's written with heart
When poetry becomes artificial art?