The Cursor

The cursor won't stop blinking at me. Its incessantly petulant need of attention is causing much mental anguish. It goads me into shutting it up by making it work for a living, by placing letters one in front of another. But, when I stop typing it starts screaming again. This wouldn't be a problem if I wrote with a pen and paper. All I'd have then would be a blank page, like the gaping mouth of a baby bird waiting for me to regurgitate into it.