the morning paper comes with breakfast.
You the writer, paper the fighter,
words you write, make loose-leaf tighter.
No writer’s block, just ink blots, and paper thoughts with trees chopped.
Write to say you were there, create a story out of thin air.
Writing utensil - words regurgitated with a pencil.
Lines thin or thick, hurry be swift.
Leave a blank page and you’ll get Taylor singin' about your frozen BIC.
Write your wit in an environment lit,
no hoping for people to get what you meant.
Writing in past, present, and future tense.
Soon they’ll call your writing sick and mean,
like having a conversation with Charlie Sheen…