by Jeph Johnson
An empty page
entices rage
drawing the ink's flow.
When it's down
my thoughts turn 'round
and rest; where do they go?
To understand
what this hand
has placed upon this page
I must think back
fend off attack
for now my mind has changed.
sounds like a bit of writer's block...i love limericks...this has got to be the cleanest one i've read...