I wrote a poem today. I don't write, really. And I especially don't write poems. But I did, just for fun. So don't make fun of me. It's called Physics
Physics
The magic white in your hand
scratching at the eternal scroll of black
brings you such pleasure and joy-
scribbling in caps 'til you reach the brick wall,
going crazy with that white in your hand.
I wish I could have some white for my hand
to write and scribble and write and scribble
until my face beams as bright as yours
with ultimate satisfaction and happiness.
It was better at 7:30 this morning.
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