Song of the Empty Page

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.