By Bryce Yoder, Student Writer in Residence
Call it a cube,
maybe five by five by five.
Call it a brick,
smash a window and revive.
Call it a Lego and I’ll build you up a masterpiece.
Call it a chopping block, I’ll beg for mercy on my knees.
Call it a building block, it makes a nice foundation,
though if thoughts don’t penetrate the wood it’s nothing but a station
for my train of thought to disembark and kick the passengers right out.
If nothing else this stupid block is great at casting shadow doubts.
I don’t care what you call it, cause no names will jolt my muse,
so just call it my writer’s block and let me drop the ruse.