Preoccupied About Punctuation

I wasn't always like this way The sort who'd sort it out But now I'm like this every day And switch text all about I want my poems nice and neat With pauses now and then So that my poems look complete When published once again Apostrophes get on my nerves If they should go amiss Those teeny weeny little curves Don't fill my heart with bliss And semicolons drive me mad I hate them every one Some think they're good yet I feel sad As they're no flipping fun I like full stops because they're cool And perfect sense of course As if they follow every rule And pauses reinforce Quotemarks or speechmarks I can't tell As publishers must choose And I'm just glad if I spell well As I my text peruse And so if I should summarise My problem now addressed The truth I've come to realise And know that I'm obsessed I'm obstinate and that's a fact It's hard enough to write With all my errors tightly packed Right there in black and white