7/28- White Out, Black Out
Oblique Strategy: Mechanize something idiosyncratic
7- White Out, Black Out
Tile ceiling
Sunken, shaken
Looks just like a padded cell
Years of cache and contraband
Has lead it to appear unwell
How many grads who came before us
Have used this hiding space?
Though the contents have changed
Insides rearranged
Each have left behind a trace
And each have left behind some wisdom
In their rush to toss their cap
Simultaneously in catching the train
Many neglect to mind the gap
So regardless of the line you take
If any line at all
We end up in a cell of some sorts