Bored half to deathA Poem by willweb' What can you do with a
fried lemon sandwich when summertime breezes
have messed up its hair How do you cut it in two
equal pieces while no one is home,
and you don’t want to share Why is it sitting alone
at the counter as marmalade milkshakes
perform on the stage Where is the flavor when
bland is in fashion and ginger ale sings on
the very next page Will you surrender to
appetites chanting, crossing the line where
the pickets are white Shoveling corn flakes
when it is not snowing, flying a kernel instead
of a kite Serving a side that is
right down the middle, leftover vegetables
mashed into paste Like a potato but not
very filling, smothered in ketchup to
drown out the taste Do you like tablecloths
made out of vinyl, just like a record but
square when they play Nothing to spin when you
can’t find a needle, looking through stacks
that are covered in hay Cookbooks too heavy to
fit in your diet, checking your math while
subtracting a pound Running in place when
you’d rather be dancing, wishing the dining room
table was round Can you believe that a
poet would write this, selling his soul to a
man at the door Smiling from one ear but
not to the other feeling the pinch when
his cheeks are too sore Maybe his mind has gone
numb in the silence hearing the wind when
it’s merely his breath It’s a safe bet amid all
this confusion the poet who wrote this
is bored half to death (just be careful not to
be bored half to death twice) © 2023 willwebAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 19, 2023 Last Updated on May 19, 2023 AuthorwillwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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