Boredom

October 1, 2020

Boring place

Grief on my face

There is no fun

To be had or done

The world is lacking

Racking

My brain for something

Nothing

To be had

The world is sad

The boring

Snoring

Away

The day

And night

For the lack of fright

Made no fear

My dear

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