did not the ink stain Shakespeare's
fingers & was he not *******
when he got ink on every ******* thing;
did Dostoyevsky cry out to the ******
in the alley effectively telling
the secret police 'how could I be a spy?
my fingerprints are literally
every ******* where!' the great authors
of our Golden past who wrote by dim
lantern in the long star bright night dipping
their dripping quills in what seems like
endless ink wells to the trills of sparrows
& slave girls; the way Jefferson wrote  
the Declaration of Independence
but u haven't seen the drafts w/ the *******
ink spilled all over them; oh, for the
golden days of Plato & papyrus,
cave paintings & wall fresco buried
until volcanic mud but my pad
has lines & a metal coil for a spine &
the ******* pen is busted & ink is getting
everywhere; O for the computer age!