Ode to the Blank Page
*THE* Blank Page Blank Page Oh, blank page why, oh, why do you taunt me so? Do you not know I have things things in my mind ideas words words that must pour out out from my fingers? If they stay my mind may explode explode all the words. Then the words would leave me and may never return not in the same manner anyhow. Allow me if you please blank page I implore you let me splatter splatter the black across your white. These words in this order across and down down the page and perhaps to the next. Blank page, we may never never be friends however if deep down you have a desire to not be blank forever let my words fill this space and be blank blank never more. —IEC