Can't rewrite the realist $#!+ I ever wrote

So I wrote this tight new rhyme right,
On a certain website at 11:30 last night,
It wasn't perfect, so I changed some stuff,
Like a barber edging lines for too long, I really messed it up,
I knew that time wouldn't be kind,
My words grew out awkward like a jacked up hairline,
Trimming thoughts past the point of no return,
Going from Drake to George Jefferson was cause for concern,
Hours passed but it was nearly perfect,
Then I hit submit and the internet just murked it!
I hit the back button,
Hoping to salvage something,
But it was long gone, up in smoke,
I couldn't rewrite realist $#!+ I ever wrote.