Bored
I am bored with staplers,
Bored with broom-stick makers.
I'm bored with door-knobs
And I'm bored with small blobs,
Found in corners of walls
and too tall stalls in work
Places that blend boredom
With martyrdom and
Demonstrate as they
Inoculate that what you
Perform is part of the
Blessed Storm, or the
Whirling Machine, or
Everybody's Dream,
And you're not, and it's
Not, and they're not.
So be bored with the
Term "due diligence."
And be bored with the
"Rate of excellence."
And be bored with soft
Let-downs, and forced
Cackles and just finish
drawing that tree on the
Moon, which is the only
Thing you really wanna do
Right now. Or real soon.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2011
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