Ode to Whiteboards
Whiteboards Amazing
On them write and mold great ideas
Effortless thinking
Limitless Expanse
To be filled with many colors
But Space does run out
Nonsense All Abounds
Hours spent diagramming
Something good still comes
Moveable Blockades
Two surfaces to distract
Surrounded by flows
I now write haiku
Whiteboards are my prime subject
Sometimes medium
There used to be some whiteboards at work
But one day joe went crazy berserk
On all he would place
"Please do not erase"
Now people just call him a big jerk.
1 Comments:
I post a fucking comment and you delete the post, how lame are you? Really lame, that's the answer. GOD. And now you're writing poetry about fucking white boards. Unreal. Not a day goes by that you don't get more and more like a hipster. What's next, a beret? That would be special. Anyway, I'll see you when you get home, don't forget to bring your baseball bat Wednesday so we can fight.
-Josh
P.S. I bought a pirate shirt today, and I rubbed it all over your ninja hoodie.
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