During a summer
Full of high hopes
I was wheeled
Into that white room
That terrifying
White room
Full of masked faces
And sharp
Silver implements
There was only my one solace
One thought
One idea
That kept me sane
In that dark moment
Pushing all my mental faculties
Towards engaging
The man
Who was putting me under
Into the world of nothingness
With a delightful conversation
About cheese
– James Dubeau