BOREDOM

boredom

in the kingdom of my room.

king of the sooner or later/

night after night

waiting for the days to get longer

have you ever wondered

what you'll do tomorrow?

tomorrow might look after itself

but

it's looking after myself that's the problem sometimes

trying to find meaning

in everyday feelings

waking up on the floor every morning

disguising just how bored I really am

the buzzcocks were right

straight lines

of

whatever we can find to stop ourselves actually thinking

because maybe it's actually thinking that we're scared of

not love

or loss

or trusting a man who sleeps with his socks on

but thinking big enough to sink titanically

and still manage to believe it was worth it

because living without thinking isn't really living

it's just going through the motions/

emotional constipation

waiting to shit

and admit

that it's time you did something about it

before you're so bored of being bored

that moving forward is your only option

adopting a straight face so they don't know you hate them

(well, not hate, it's just been a bad day)

bored out of your skull and into the culture of blaming it on the

drugs, bug bears and not caring

that we chose to be part of

so don't be bored,

leave some doors open

learn something/burn something

pay for soup, build a fort and set that on fire

before it's too late and you die of boredom

so bored that

they bore a hole in your head:

a teenage lobotomy

 (please,

feel free

to stop me

if I'm boring you)