Of course
I love to write
My musings on white
For with as simple as a pen
Can surely ease my pains

But then a Mic
With its beautiful echoes
I eagerly want to strike
Sweet chords from my bellows

Aha! My Chalk
To little minds reform
Hoping to grow a stalk
That’ll never deform

Ehen!! That Mouse
To which I have a degree
Lost in its dark house
Yearning to be free

Oh well!
I hope I get it right
Confusion beclouds my sight
This raging war, I must win; not yield
In my Mind’s Battlefield.

–Gee’s Corner