Automatic Pen

Automatic Pen Pure white paper laid wide open on the desk Virginity called into question from four sides Paper never gives interviews before retiring Never past 7:00 pm or there about that time Pen attacked the page with explosions and burst Black and blue rained down pure and furious A case of pen to paper abuse Residual ink spattered on shoes Pen bled out, flew everywhere with oval droplets landing Like blood splatter spewing on ceiling, walls and floor Pure white paper had no chance against this rage Pen hit it hard in rapid succession of random words Scratched on the surface of the frightened white Scarred for life Pen had no owner or mind behind it Cruel actions come naturally, automatic Untouched by human hands When confronted with pure white paper pens go crazy They were raised that way