Rage at Boredom

by Johnny McVies - Not entered

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
Date created: 1997-09-04 19:44:50
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:43
Poem ID: 47905

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