While my debate work occupies
My hands for days on end
It leaves creative outlets dry
Despite the hours I spend
I need a topic for these poems
And cutting cards ain’t it
Cause though I have a stack of blocks
In meter they don’t fit
Though that reminds me of the time
I wrote my blocks in verse
And condo was to be the start
Its block could’ve been worse
But then I found debate lacked soul
So gave up the project
Perhaps I should go back to it
And not that plan reject