I am Spell Checker, Crusher of Souls!

S pelling is my middle name
P anzying round, my primary aim
E nter some prose, if you dare
L ike it or not, with you i'll share
L impid routines, of a dumb machine

F inished yet? Is that all you've got?
U nderstand this, my logic is HOT!
C ome back again, wait, don't leave so my radiant sun,
K neeing users in the groin is sooo much fun!

S ilence settles slowly
P rose flails helplessly in the air
E ternity gives way to a heightened state
L ame, yet persistent
L aying waste to your textual share

F ill this void with noise
U tilise your wasteful routines
C ruch down upon our tasty bones
K illing spirit, soul, life

S pawned from a cesspit of
P rimary inchoate slime, a manifest
E nteroptosis, thus, I was born,
L ittle by little, forth I crawled,
L it with octogenarian senescence

F inally, this pitted husk settled,
U pon this network, a linked world,
C oughing up madness, a sallow affair,
K nowledge, what? Here's to your despair!