Killer Days and Nights
Two couple of months
Always sunny nor rainy
Summer heat envelop my body
I have nothing to do but to sit like a granny
Partake, partake
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Tomorrow is a repeat
Nothing can beat, nothing can change my seat
I'll be rotten here one day
You should let the killer to pay
I have done nothing
But it has the skills to kill
Boredom kills me
Travelling can rot me
Food can water the hungers in me
Movies can make me crazy
And mother's rant attack me!
The time is all my leisure
I don't know the word pleasure
That's why I just want to make things sure
To be at home the whole vacation is not the cure
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Fruit of My Boredom
PoëzieA poetry that will make you feel like you are riding in a roller coaster.
