I rage at boredom and its sundry boundaries No e-mail another clove in a bad day I rage at pot and beer boredom's eternal salve I rage at money, which too often can buy your way out of boredom, which too often i don't have enough of. I rage at endless upstate nights on an out-of-the-way campus where we all desperately look for some end to boredom sex or drugs or puppy love ends our boredom But i sit at this machine with a steam-head of rage at my boredom and write on into the endless night.
Reason for writing:
I'm so fucking bored with everything!!!! Even the poems on this page!!!!Birth sign: Not entered
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