Boredom As The Intellectual Taste Of Youth
- random
How many times do I have to sit here
Doing nothing for, like, ever?
All I do is sit and fiddle
With anything, even a feather
Feathers are dumb
Why do they exist?
The chance to do something
I have sadly missed
I want excitement
To tell you the truth
But the only thing I have is boredom
As the intellectual taste of youth
© 13th October 1997