Phase "Boredom"

A Poem

Published on June 9, 2007 By Hazel Target In Poetry

Believe me, it's not even worth explaining.

My life is static, changing in fact
never in function. My life has
family-channel problems: no sex
or drugs or women or thugs just
money and boredom and tears.

My life is the commercials
of a really great show;
my audience is watching on mute,
throwing back popcorn and vodka
and trading whodunnit opinions
and I don't blame them for not caring.

My life is a joke, lame and obscure,
not even worth explaining.

Comments

Buddah Moskowitz

on Jun 11, 2007

My life is a joke, lame and obscure,
not even worth explaining.

You may feel this way, but you're a damned good writer and the joke may not be worth explaining, but I still relish your work.

"Don't linger on that shit too long, it'll fuck with ya." -- Richard Pryor

Thanks, Moskowitz

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