Are you dead crumpled paper, or origami life?

Are your edges all torn, or cut precisely by knife?

Are you watermarked, stained, by ink and by tears?

Or are you bonded white paper without any smears?

Are you ruled or unruly, hole-punched or stapled?

Are you stacked way up high or shoved under a table?

Are you bound and collated or scattered, mislabeled?

Are you fiction or truth, poem or fable?

Are you sold by the sheet, or part of a ream?

Is your font tight and crisp or illegible stream?

In the end who’s to say what is better or worse

For all pages contain a blessing or curse

So iron the creases and place ink in your well

Put pen to your paper; its your story to tell

Don’t fret about spelling or grammar, my friend

Start “In the beginning…”, and conclude with “The End!”