Dear Word Press,
Your new editor is a fecking disgrace. Talk about reinventing the wheel! The poem I published a few minutes ago had to be copied and pasted, stanza by stanza, each one in its own private little box, because we have travelled back in time to when copy and paste didn’t exist and each poem had to be hand written with a quill pen and sent by carrier pigeon to be posted.
I used to post poetry often, wrote it in Word, copied it, posted it and Bob used to be your uncle. This round about, time-wasting process you’ve concocted is utterly illogical and retrograde, not to mention a right pain in the hole.
I don’t need blocks to play with, or shuffle around I just need a blank page that I can copy words onto in the same order that I wrote them, with the same lines separating them. Since you don’t seem to be offering that very simple option any more, I am looking for alternative accommodation.
Maybe this time next year you’ll have reinvented clockwork.