Once upon a time I wrote a poem called "Boredom". It got a lot of
favorable response and some not so favorable. Here is the sequel to that
poem =).

"Bored Again"

Sitting here
I count the clock,
Minutes pass
*tick tock*
I have not decided
What next to do,
Maybe I'll go
And play a kazoo.
I sit on the floor
Playing mind games and such,
Man, I don't like being bored
Very much.
Isn't there something
Around this big house,
Maybe I'll find
My computer mouse...
The clock laughs
At my face with great glee,
But boy I showed that poor clock
Heehee >D.
I took it off
The wall where it stayed
And laughed at IT'S face
As I watched time displayed.
I lifted it up
High over my head,
Then through it down,
Now that clock is dead. =D
I look at the springs
Of the clock on the floor,
And laugh hysterically
Just once more.
Why is it funny?
Don't ask me.
Boredom will do that to you,
You see.
Again in the boredom
That breaks me down,
What now do I do?
Maybe I'll go into town.
Later on
I must go to work,
To deal with a crowd,
And act like a jerk.
When do I go to work?
Let me check so I know.
Where is that clock when I need it...
"OH NO!!!"

THE END


 
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