Boredom
By Paul B
Boredom the deadly sin Grabs me, holds me, I’m caught within. Satisfaction the deadly curse Of bourgeois existence, Suburbia nights And things far worse. The mundane, the ordinary Just enough but never full A wicked net For placid fish Paradise for a fool Save me from a lethargic dream A trance, a coma. Nightmare of peaceful wish Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 12 2001 09:22 AM PST 20 • 0 • 1
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"Boredom the deadly sin..."