Gramatically Correct

I’m dotting my I’s
With pretty little hearts
And I’m crossing my T’s
With blades
Don’t forget to
Mind your P’s and Q’s
What a horror it’d be
To start with a U
I need to make my italics
More slanted to the side
I need to be more perfect
In everybody’s eyes
I have this feeling
Well, actually a few
You think I should be
Just like you.
My print is described
As chicken scratches
My cursive
Just as bad
Oh, and don’t forget
My A’s are like O’s
And my 2 is like a Q
There are capital offenses
All around
Plain in sight
All over in my titles
And no where in my binds
Okay I really think I got it
This time around
I understand
I caught the drift
I’m not perfect
I’m not you
So I’ll dot my eyes
With X’s
And cross my wrists
With blades
I hope I made you happy
As I drain myself
Of this pain