The Leiry Loop

An Attempt to Resist the Block

I am plaid.

Believe me when I say I could've been British,
Converse with me-- and my perfect English.

I am checkered.

For letters I breathe, for words I live,
The totality of which you cannot achieve.

I am striped.

Not a thing can escape the critic in me,
I give my view on what you plainly see.

I am white.

My pen is my sword, my mind-- the shield,
I strive to be an expert on the philosophy field.

I am pink.

I have no idea what to do now,
So I guess I'll just end this-- but how?