Monday, February 26, 2007

A Poem on Boredom

Boredom, oh boredom
Why are you here?
Don't you have better things to do?
I suppose not, for your name is boredom
For the record I don't really like you

Boredom, oh boredom
Why torture me so?
Like Jack Bauer in a Chinese prison
I'd rather drop acid all over my hand
And sit in water while someone throws me a plugged-in television

Boredom, oh boredom
I didn't mean it
When I said I wish I could do nothing
Be careful what you with for is the moral for today
I wish that I could just do SOMETHING!