Today I plan to kill the blank spaces
My pen is ready for ink filled war
But like honest men, rhymes are an endangered species
And so I set my mind to roar lines to the core
I push my comfort chair to the creative corner
Pray to God for power to write
I plant pen to paper
So deep like a farmer
Then I play soul sounds to be in mood to write
I write one line, two lines; I am flowing
Three lines, four lines; thank God
My pen is so ruthless; the blank spaces are drowning
Eleven lines, twelve lines; God is good

What a fascinating composition
My heart is rejoicing as of a congregation