Blahsphemy

A cock'r crow from the butcher's shop An ambulance's wail in a traffic block A muted cry from behind closed doors What you see is not what you get. 

  Will you write on me, begged the paper. The haughty pen refused, and gave her a blank look. He wanted her to suffer, all alone, about her blankness. 

Voices in an empty elevator. Light behind closed doors.  Music lingering on dark alleys. Shadows at noon.     

The ant sued the elephant for plagiarism. In a press conference he blamed the elephant for masquerading as a superior ant. The media took it up. The pachyderm had no option but to drop any references to the ant from his name. He despised the day folks called him elephant.