Macho Libre, Can You Do It Right?

Verse

Libre, every time I write

You twist my lines, you dim my light

Margins vanish, fonts take flight

Macho Libre, can you do it right?

Verse

Tabs go rogue, bullets stray

Styles reset ten times a day

Headers crash, footers bite

Macho Libre, can you do it right?

Verse

Every minute, someone’s cussing

Macho Libre, always fussin’

Bold turns blue, italics white

Macho Libre, can you do it right?

Verse

I set my spacing, you ignore

I lock my layout — you want more

You break my flow, you start a fight

Macho Libre, can you do it right?

Verse

Libre’s free, but comes with pain

Undo’s broken, styles insane

Writers weep in pixel blight

Macho Libre, can you do it right?

Verse

So here I stand, with docs to tame

You play your glitchy formatting game

But I’ve got grit, I’ve got the write

Macho Libre, I’ll win this fight.