Boredom

Boredom.
It's one of the worst things I've ever experienced
like today.
This job is boring
but wait.
I see something!
No, it's nothing,
just money.
Money is the root of all evil,
or was that gold?
Yes, I believe that was it...
But who cares?
(aside from me, of course)
To be or not to be
WORKING.
Boredom.
sets in
like ice
in your ear.
your head is about to explode
but it doesn't.
It waits until the weekend
before it melts.

Another senseless poem by
Sarah Pearson
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