Paper is the only one that listens-
Because it doesn't think,
in sadness our tears can drip,
Drip,
and sink,
Then disappear,
and paper says not a word.
Lay ink atop the tear
or leave it alone and circle round it.
The paper has no opinion here.
Scribble sloppy sour severed lines,
or write eloquent symmetry.
Paper won't even notice.
Write ugliness, insult, or ridiculous flattery.
Paper's feelings won't be hurt.
Nor will foundationless compliments make paper an egomaniac.
The scribblers feelings are safe also,
On paper's neutral ground,
For paper will never criticize, laugh at,
or discredit,
our thoughtful or unthoughtful work.
But remember
Though paper is the ever-listening ear,
The only one who is always there,
Paper is a cold hard friend
Because paper doesn't care.
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