Boring! we complain
aloud to all our friends
Boring! we shout
to everyone about
Boring. we say
all throughout the day
Boring. Boring. Boring.
for that's what it's supposed to be
we're sitting here.
listening.
nothing for us to see
Boring. Boring. Boring.
with nothing else to do
except restlessly
fidgeting
in this hot and stuffy room.
for all this talk of communication
not that much is being taken in
by us
your eager audience
some falling asleep.
so, this is Boring.
or at least that's what I say.
I'm Bored! I proclaim
because so do they.
YOU ARE READING
poetry dump
Poetryjust some poems i wrote ages ago in a semi chronological order mentions of sad stuff i guess