So many times I've seen this page
Its blank omnicient stare
Only to turn the page with rage
And find the next page glare.

I'm laden to learn what they say to me
Their language is obscurred
If Chaucer ignored Canterbury
This page would not be blurred

If scrape and scrawl didn't mar its face
This page would be chalk white
Without the grey of types disgrace
This page would sing delight

For knowledge is, and language spread; that which is meant to be.
And so it's been and so shall be since eve ate from the tree.




I'll post more later rather than flood the boards with my poems. And like I said before any feedback is appreciated!

EDIT: Spell Check