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.