Happiness, Sunshine and Depression

Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh

What have you done, Sir?
You've made a mistake, a blunder of all sorts
of evils and cruelties that one can create
through text

Through the mere omission of a mark
through your sole, simple remark:
"Make me a song..."
And with the soul of a million sandals, I embarked:
"Okay."

"But here's the title," said you,
And emasculate the words shalt be you,
and change the rules
and cut the character
shall be you
Whom decided one such keystroke was one too much
and killed off a symbol with a touch
or non-touch of your keys,
(God help me, oh God please)

Dare I say that Oxford comma
lived a healthy life
but didn't --
and never will quite fit in --
that lovely space between the words
"Sunshine" and "and";
Not worth it's own weight in ink
or data
(so meta! This poem)
No

Lost a soul in this one swing
this comma, murdered in one fling
of a switch;
with the potential of the soul of a million sandals, and thinking
"I'll have a good time here after the word 'sunshine' "
BUT NO
HERE COMES THE SPACE -
And the comma stands shocked; he waits
BUT NO
There's no backspace.