Post by Dinster on Jul 16, 2004 14:20:09 GMT -5
Yep, that's what I am an expert on. Here is a poem about the titillating topic of boredom.
Boredom
Oozing down the walls
A thick treacle of boredom
Emerges from cracks in the ceiling.
The alarm clock asleep this morning
Its mouth shut
I lie, motionless
Body lazy and tired
Mind wide awake
Its eyes open
Trying to haul myself
A thousand riverlets of thought
Shooting through my brain
Yet its eyes now closed
Veiled
By a layer of utter boredom.
Boredom
Oozing down the walls
A thick treacle of boredom
Emerges from cracks in the ceiling.
The alarm clock asleep this morning
Its mouth shut
I lie, motionless
Body lazy and tired
Mind wide awake
Its eyes open
Trying to haul myself
A thousand riverlets of thought
Shooting through my brain
Yet its eyes now closed
Veiled
By a layer of utter boredom.
