Bug infestation…

Its you who makes me use this fountain pen
Make these chicken scratches again and again
You who wont let me adapt
Pens are pens and that’s a fact
That spider that crawled across my desk
Fell in the ink, and made this mess
Is called my brain talking with my hand
Using commands it cant understand
So PLEASE just get off my case
It’s just my handwriting
Its not the fate
Of the human race