Chains of Tedium

I'm bored, bored stiff, bored rigid, I'm bored to death.

Never considered dying, least not of boredom, maybe of laughter, perhaps I might've.

I once laughed until I cried, Now I cry all day for laughs.

One might say or think, I'm bored to tears. Not like I care at all.

What is thought and/or said. And I am quite sure I'm not interested.

I'm a little curious, Can you relate to me. If not just understand

Or am I boring you?

Written by Amy louise Willits, 2006.

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