The picture is of a whiteboard poem that reads,
"Alas! Such is the irony
of life, that a man
armed with no wit, no carping arrows of genius
Slung by a bow of intellect,
but only with a sponge soaked in clorox
may reap havoc!
Reducing a month's intellectual fervent
To a smattering of faded lines
Upon the walls of time
The wall-wipers, the Spiro Agnew's of the world, march on!"