by Kalista
I hate this paper
this empty old paper
it leets at me
it befouls the brain
empty of ideas
it sits here as if gloating
the artist who loves hiw work
hates the paper
who taunts him
taking away his pride
with self-esteem running low
the artist takes the paper
starts but throws it away
not I merely dislike this
paper
this paper now half-filled
as I near the bottom of
the page
I get more ideas
So now you see why I hate
this empty old paper
