Bored

I'm bored to death...again!

Waking up?
Aghhh... Not again!
Right, I'll have my breakfast,
What then?

So, with great effort, I finally jump out of bed.
I brush my teeth just before
taking a bite.
It's only 8 o'clock, but I can
already feel the 'bored' creeping
into my head.

I sit in the couch.
The TV is staring at me.
Can't it find something better to do-
Than just sit there, and stare
irritatingly?

I drag my body past the front door.
These people pushing to and fro in the road,
Why can't they stop?
Don't they get bored?

The sun, why this hot?
I bet it's the cause of my boredom.
So I'm at it again,-
Blaming everyone and everything, and stuck at
home.

I can't stand this! I go back inside.
The Cd rack, what's there?
Spider man 4, Ice age 4, nothing
new.
Oh! Why is life so old? It's so
unfair.

My Cd bag. Same thing.
How about my laptop?
A terrabite of memory should
work out.
But only if it wasn't full of history.
Too much for hope.

PSP, X-box, PS3,
Nothing's working.
It all sounds like news;
Exciting theme for something
super boring.

So I go back to my room.
My bed looks like an October
double-session of math.
Oh, what did I do to deserve all
this?
I'm so bored to death.

Tired of standing, I lie on the floor,
Staring hard at the ceiling,
I wonder what's better between
immobility-
And this feeling.

I feel like I have no friends.
Facebook is more boring than
ever,
Honestly, why did she post that?
I'm glad stupidity isn't some
cyber-borne fever.

No phone calls,
After an hour, I'm deleting my every contact.
They don't even care about me,
And I'm about to stop too infact.

But wait, boredom is like a disease!
Unless attended to, it can be
persistent.
And like any other disease,
It responds best the right treatment.

Then it hits me, I've found it!
The appropriate cure.
I will take a bath and write as
many pieces about boredom,
That should work for sure.


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