Poetry's Bloom

Bored Out

Here's an interesting poem I wrote recently. I'd completely forgotten about it.
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I think I think too much
Every time I touch
The border of boredom
Cringy thoughts or dumb
They're exploding in my face
Racing through my head
Sometimes it don't make sense
I couldn't care less
Not even rhyming anymore
'Cause they're gonna find me
And they're gonna kill me
If they're even onto me
Don't ask me who "they" is
They's after me
Guess I'll just get a job
Create my own little world
It's creepy
I can suck you into
My imagination
And control you like you're mine
I don't want a government position
'Cause they're gonna find me
And they're gonna kill me
If they're even onto me

Dude, you've, like, totally spaced out, man! I think the bugs are eating your brain again.
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Creeped out yet? Don't worry... I'm not crazy. My thoughts are. Even worse that I'm into conspiracy theories. But I'm not crazy. I promise.
Comment if you liked it.
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