Boredom

Boredom hits me
Fatigue won’t quit me
I’m stuck at work
I’m going berserk 

My boss ain’t here
The coast is clear
But I gotta sit tight
I think of rhymes to write

My mind takes flight
As I sit by the light
Processing information
Looking for inspiration

Should I write about clouds?
Or getting lost in the crowd
Or growing up in the slums
Now I’m twiddling my thumbs

I wait for time to pass
I write some more pizzazz
But I’m still really bored
I’m about to hit the floor

A question I wanna forget
Is it 5 o clock yet?
I sigh in one breath
Boredom feels like death

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