Boredom

Lounging around at my little desk
I try to think of ways to amuse myself
What should I go for tonight?
A parody to one of my favorite songs?
A new chapter in one of my many novels?
A drawing for submission to art school?
Whatever I do
I'll have to decide quickly
Time is short on my behalf
Ticking away like the sands in an hourglass
I chose the drawing
It calms my overworked nerves
And sooths my singed soul
I sit down in a quiet corner of my pale white room
And stare at the blank canvas in front of me
Ready for whatever I throw onto it
But for some reason
I stare at the damn thing
Wondering what to draw
Will an idea come to me as it usually does
While I sit on the gray carpeted floor
Today is not my day I decide
So I put away the canvas
And sit back down at my desk
To whither away in front of my computer
Uninspired, bored, and wide eyed
Hoping someone will hop online soon
So I can talk to them
And get an idea

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