I tried writing a meaningful poem and came up with this instead

I hate you
Red squiggly line.
You make me realize
I’m wrong,
Even when
I’m not.
I stand firm to the idea
That ‘Strategery’
Is a word.

I especially hate you
Green squiggly line.
You are always wrong
And yet,
You try to correct me.
Fragmented thoughts are
Intriguing.

I want to perforate you,
Automatic correction function.
You anger me exceptionally.

I hate you
Tapping paperclip.
No,
I do not want a tip
Today.