The spell checker (not a slang poem)

The spell checker

I love this site,
There’s so much forte,
And that won’t ever change.

But it’s so shite,
To see a poem of perfection,
Receiving such rejection,
From a mother f**kin section,
Cos it don’t pass the inspection,
It nags on with its objections,
Telling us we need corrections,
Before we add to the collection,
Of our own poem predilection.

It’s the damned spell checker!
The poem wrecker,
Telling use how to use a comma,
We already know!
Just let it go!
We just want to submit… hello!?