Words, Birds, etc.

I could write a poem about words,
Making them rhyme with birds

(Ou un poème où mots
Rime avec oiseaux).

But hasn't all this been done
Again and again and again?
I wish my words
(Rhyming with birds)
To say something new
(Rhyming with view,
you
or Jew).

Word is the name of a computer program.
You can type whatever you like,
The words correct themselves
Even when you don't want them to.

Word puts the world
Beneath my fingertips.

So I sit at my computer
(Rhyming with cuter
or suiter),

Enter Word
(Rhyming with Bird)
And stare at the empty screen
(Rhyming with lean,
mean
or queen).

Word cannot write my poem.
Thank God for that,
I suppose.