I had a few marbelized thoughts

That were sticking me in the ribs.

Had to put them on paper,

Then tore them up into bits.

Seems even the best of thoughts

Don't survive in the black and white.

Takes more than a few words written,

To excite anothers sight after reading them.

But dunce that I am, will stand in the corner

And dream up some nonsensical  cliches.

Bear with me as I'm nearing the end

Of your patience and mine.