Boredom

[kolemath]

Got no money, got no car.
I pass the time playing guitar,
imagining that I'm a star
stuck inside a pickle jar. didn't like where this verse was going until this line
I turn into a dinosaur
and vaporize a grocery store.
Either I'm insane or just really bored.
I don't know.

See, I listen to what people say
and learn some interesting things that way.
Like, how to build a chicken fried cake,
or what to do when your car brakes break,
or who'd take to the lake Mr. E. but Ms. Dake
to make soylent green cereal: fruit, nut, and flake.
It's all in one ear but then I stray.
You know, I'd rather just stay, play, filet, all day, okay?
Cause apathetic, I explore these lines (say, lines five to this one) are boring..the rest of the poem isn't
the silly secrets shared before
I became so incredibly bored.
Now I'm officially bored.
Bored, bored, bored.

Half a pound of coffee gone,
will clean a room and float a John.
I hit a gong in Donkey Kong,
then hit a bong with Cheech and Chong,
and right or wrong I'm in a thong.
This song is strong but way too long.
Sleeping on the Sandy shore,
everything feels like a chore.
I wish I was a matador,
cause sitting around has made me sore. maybe snore after pacing? this line to the next didn't make sense to the sequence of imagery
Pacing circles round the floor,
my thoughts are breaking down the door,
loud as a drum and bugle corps
in the center of a civil war.
And just when I can't take anymore,
I twist a lime into the drink I pour,
who's side effects help to ignore
the fact that I'm so freaking bored!
Now I'm officially bored!
So damn bored...

Baking smores with that whore Al Gore
til Eleanor (the carnivore we adore) let's out a roar,
'Here comes Thor!'  he says, 'I implore,
What's the score between Winnie the pooh and eeyore?' great stuff. caps for pooh and eeyore
Tore a spore in the soup d'jour 
Folklore galore, top drawer in the corridor.
*snore
Man I'm bored.
Encore?

yes.

i don't like rhyme but it works great here

fun read