If you were to ask me what boredom was, I’d tell you were boring and to stop asking stupid questions, but if you really persisted, I would tell you boredom is the tick tock on the white clock on the white wall of your childhood maths classroom.
it’s the thrill of seeing how many dried crackers you can cram into your mouth before your mouth becomes a cracked and dried desert. Boredom is
making up haikus,
Alone but not quite knowing,
How many syllables go on each line
Boredom is haikus.
Boredom is the decapitation of innocent grass blades as you listen to an unenthused sports teacher, the blood of your unwitting enemies splattered on your fingers.
Boredom is this boring poem
Guess how i was feeling when i wrote this. Also i read this to my friends and had to explain the concept of haikus, i thought they were common knowledge. Please tell me im not alone i knowing how Haikus work. Thanks
This was inspired by Carol Ann Duffy's Hard To Say, which is far more eloquent than this ;0
