Ode to Boredom
I’m just sitting at the keyboard; nothing in particular to say
Just trying to fill up yet-another boring day
It doesn’t really matter what this damned thing’s about,
it may as well be an ode to boredom, but I doubt
if that will keep others attention, but right now, I just don’t care
If there’s some other page you’d rather be on, then by all means, go there!
If you stick around though, don’t expect profound
I’m not exactly in a thinking mood today, in fact I’m rather down
What day is this, for they all unfold the same
They don’t differ very much, in this writer’s day
Write a new story, publish it, and start on the next,
all trying to make a statement; have some effect
whether good or bad, as long as it’s not ignored,
for if it is, what the hell’s this writing for?