I sent my boredom a telegram
Composed of tequila and origami
Paper godzillas level my funk
The howitzers of adult responsibility
Lay dormant and cold, out of use
Pointless tasks call the reaper
Faster, faster my days are gone
My waterfall cares nothing ever
For daily whims and human woe
It simply moves the water
From mountain pack to distant sea.
No comments:
Post a Comment