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What? Have you no words?

the blank page asks.

There must be millions of them

lining the bookshelves of this room.

It’s a positive shrine to words!

Why don’t you just get one of them?

I explain to blank page

that this is not how poetry works.

You must surely realise that your

prosodic explanations

flew straight over my head.

I am, after all, just a blank page.

But I don’t bother with a reply,

as I see that blank page

has now been replaced by

slightly defaced/scribbled upon page.

Oh, very observant!

Slightly defaced/scribbled upon/sarcastic page.