a brief history of writing

I once ordered my pencil “Write me a poem” My eraser is missing And I’m all alone The pencils were kept in a box made of leather a major step up from the days of the feather then came the ink pen with blotters and blobs pocket protectors for multi-pen snobs next was the ball point so smooth and so slick to calm school day angst with their click-click-click-click now it would seem we have no time to waste no need to write it just quick cut and paste we can now write a treatise while resting in bed alerting AI to steal from the dead and if it reads badly somehow sadly insipid our main line of defense AI stole it from ibid