Wednesday, July 7, 2010

I’m Bored

I’m bored with reading my directions
I’m bored with making a connection
I’m bored with ironing socks, tick-tock clocks, chicken pox
I’m bored with video games
I’m bored with remembering names
I’m bored with finding a solution, social revolution, and total confusion
I’m bored with television shows
I’m bored with blowing my nose
I’m bored with wearing a hat, getting up to bat, purring cats
I’m bored with dirty sex
I’m bored with what comes next
I’m bored with trying to sleep, horns that go beep, getting in too deep
I’m bored with monster cars
I’m bored with counting stars
I’m bored with Facebook post, scary ghost, people who boast
I’m bored with watching the grass
I’m bored with scratching my ass
I’m bored with girls who smile; it’s not my child, once in a while
I’m bored with painting cracks
I’m bored with comedy hacks
I’m bored with vampire nights, girls in tights, dogs that bite
I’m bored with a slow Internet
I’m bored with pants that are wet
I’m bored with giving a direction, finding perfection, taking a collection
I’m bored.

1 comment:

Art said...

Here I stand, the goddess of Desire,
set men on fire,
I have this power,
morning noon and night it's drink and dancing,
some quick romancing,
and then a quick shower,
stage door johnnies always surround me,
they always hound me,
with one request,
who can satisfy their lustful habits,
I'm not a rabbit!
I need some rest!

I'm tired,
sick and tired of love,
I've had my fill of love,
from below and above,
tired of being admired,
tired of love uninspired,
let's face it,
I'm tired!

I've been with 1000's of men,
again and again,
they promise the moon,
they always coming and going,
going and coming,
and always too soon!
Right girls?

I'm tired,
tired of playing the game,
ain't it a crying shame?
I'm so tired,
God dammit I'm tired!

Hello cowboy, what's your name?
Tex 'mam
Tex 'mam ? Tell me Tex'mam, are you in show business?
We'll then why don't you get your freaking feet off here
La ha
Ah ha he hu...
Hello handsome, is that a 10 gallon hat? Or are you just enjoying the show?
Ah ha ah...
Oh miss lilly, oh my laby, oh my pussy cat, put it there baby, put it... ohhhhh

I'm tired,
tired of playing the game,
ain't it a crying shame,
I'm so tired

she's tired
-she's tired
sick and tired of love
-give her a break
she's had her fill of love
-she's not a snake
from bellow and above
-can't you see she's sick?
-she's bushed
tired of being admired
-let her alone
tired of love uninspired
-get off the phone
she's tired
-don't you know she's pooped?

I've been with 1000's of men,
again and again,
they sing the same toon,
the start with Byron and Shelly,
and jump on your belly,
and bust your ballon!
tired of playing the game,
ain't it a freakin shame,
I'm so...
let's face it,
everything below the waste is kapput!