the age of auto-correct

I’ll be typing the word so
And right as I press the space
it’ll decide I mean do

Your dress is do cute?
I think
I guess it rhymes with too
Makes enough sense. I’ll leave it. 

Before I know it I’ve said
I want muggy bereft for lunch
I think
At least according to my phone

Soon enough, nothing I type means
What I’m thinking
But no one’s getting offended anymore, do
I think
I’ll just leave it

My problem was thinking before I spoke
But nowadays
I don’t think on my own do much

I think
This might be the age of auto-correct