boredom.

i'm bored.

i ignored how bored

my boredom makes me.

it kills thrills

and squishes wishes

of un-scored roars

screeching

and breeching

costly

sanity.

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what's sanity?

untold vanity?

taking selfies to pass the time.

i'm out of my mind, working

past my primetime,

and casting shadows upon my bellows

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of 'I CANNOT WORK LIKE THIS'

and 'DO I EVEN HAVE A LEG

TO STAND ON OR DO I HAVE TO BEG?'

​

sometimes work is the hardest

kind of play, and play is harder

to find than work.