Somehow, I'd never read this poem before by former San Fransisco Examiner copy editor George Martin. All in all, poetry's not usually my thing. But this isn't really poetry; it's more my life story. Here's a sneak peek:

So I rearranged the commas
and I tidied up the lede
and I patched up all the typos
and gave it one more read.
I typed in all the coding
and prepared to write the hed
when a voice came from the news desk,
and this is what it said: