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