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my endless boredom


Submitted:Jan 18, 2007    Reads: 149    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The endless hum of the electrical panel.

It is its own identity.

Without its obnoxious, yet delightfully soothing lullaby sounds,

The day would be an endless one full of turmoil,

Anxiety and horrific boredom.

Its deafening sound can sometimes be like a small kitten purring

As it rubs its body against your leg

Just happy to be acknowledged as your cat

Or it can be a freight train slowly riding over sheets of aluminum

As you cringe with each sound yet marvel in anger at its mighty length

And you cry to yourself because you know it's not going to end

And all the while the urine is building up in your bladder,

Which if it were to be removed from your sweaty, lifeless body

It would resemble a water balloon on the verge of explosion.

However,

The sound decibel never changes,

It remains constant.




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