A Bored Day
Boredom sets in as raindrops
Plop on empty windows.
Growling stomachs tell of nothing
But lack of imagination and need for stimulation
In every sense of the word.
Busy days followed quickly
In succession by days of limited activities
Made much worse by the thought
Of future business
Which leads one to think the boredom is
A welcome foreplay to the work ahead
Boredom is never welcomed
And boredom in the rain seems
All that much more pathetic.
Friends are only available
So many times
Laundry only needs washing
When clothes are dirty
The same goes for dishes of course.
Now food can always be cooked, but then it
Must be eaten
And the worst way for a bored day to go
Is to food, that’s how we get fat you know.
So instead I write about the boring day
Make a call or two
But I don’t really want to talk
Because you see boredom is a very tricky beast.
It comes lurking in dark hallways
Then slips quietly into the back of your mind.
The next thing you know boredom has thrown
You, out of your mind.
And now you’re bored, and let that boredom sit for an hour
And you’ll get lazy,
Really lazy, even the things you love to do
Make you cringe because
The couch is molded perfectly for your
And you just refilled your glass of water
And the next episode
Is just begging to get watched.
So you fight with yourself.
Thinking what a lazy bum
You are sitting on the couch all day doing nothing
Of value to yourself or society
And yet your laziness just laughs and continues lounging anyway.
Luckily you’ll eventually fall into a coma
And then wake up the next morning
With the renewed hope that
Today I will do something.
Maybe if you’re lucky boredom will have found