Rubiks cube, what a perplexing look
A psychedelic glare, at the cubicle puzzle
A kaleidoscopic look; that gives you a dizzy feeling
The puzzles mystery is unsolvable, to the maker.
Once its colored squares are mixed up, theres no way to put it back
To the colorful sides it once had, and stays at its chromatic nightmare
Its puzzling look had drawn me to it, but its puzzling look has made me throw it against the wall,
I still tried again, in an impossible prospect.
Prismatic colors emanate from this peculiar puzzle, which I shall never unravel
From my point of view, some sort of zany screw developed this thing
That Ive spent my precious time on, and got no result at all from,
We may never know, the mystery behind, the Rubiks Cube.
Lol... i enjoyed that poem. have you ever heard of a man named Trash Mcsweeney? he is the lead singer from a band called the red paintings. Anyways, it reminds me of something he would write. Good job.