I
Sat bored in chairs, I
Watch the potted leaves growing
Like my impatience

II
Keep reading my work
And I'll watch my flowering
Narcissism bloom

III
Tell me I am good
Please tell me that I am good
I am good... aren't I?

Toast


It’s so comfortable inside my bed.
I think I will stay here until I am dead.
I’m never going to move again.


The air is cold, my quilt so warm,
My feet are nice and toasty.
I have a day off, so I will remain lost,
In a world of imaginary.


I drift off to sleep until quarter to three.
They say that’s a whole day you have wasted!
All I reply is, I have had a bad day since I was a kid,
So a lie-in once in a while is just what I needed.


But now my stomach is starting to grumble.
Three meals a day is a must.
So I throw on some clothes and drag myself to where I need to go.
Boring, boring, boring toast!
But, oh well, it is something at least.
They tell me I have to eat.


It’s been twenty minutes and I am still not finished,
With this rubbery, so dry!  Food,
With absolutely zero taste at all...
Have a guess what I am…Bored!


My cup of tea is just (stupid!) flavoured water.
My biscuits are broken in barrel and cup.
I should stop eating this toast, I know I oughta,
But it’s nearly done now
And once it is done, it is done.


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Radi-oh-no


What happened to the radio stations?
Burn the playlist, music is in a depression.
The songs I heard today said nothing
And did nothing for me.
I pity you for having to hear it on repeat.


I know every song cannot be a hit,
But today all I heard was (Fill in the blank).
So much so that it made me think,
Twice about ever again listening.


Three songs played and they were all the same-lame,
So I changed the state of play and won’t be going back again.
Boring songs with boring choruses;
Tuning in to only misses.


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