No work, no place to roam,
No-one to talk to, no-one
Around.
No friends. No job. No fun.
No life.
As such.

No money to spend
Going out
And about.
No transport, no licence to drive anything.
Birds have wings, they sing
For free.
Even they are occupied.
Not me.

TV's off, radio's dead.
"Bored" just pounds through my throbbing head.
Boredom is endless.

Time to spare, and plenty of it,
Time is ticking, slowly, slowly.
Slowly.
Eternity is timeless, eternity is endless.
Boredom.
Boredom.
For Ever.

Amen.

(c) T'eyla Minh 1999

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