They say the difference between one who writes for art
And on who writes for money
Is that the artist writes from the heart,
And the hack -- just something funny.
And while inspiration must be there for the artist
The hack just pours out schlock
Never knowing in his heart the hardest
Pains of writers' block.
So when I sat to write this verse
And found that I had nothing worth
Saying, I left the page blank
And therefore I'm an artist. I think.