Poetry: Boredom at its best

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For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my searching.

Boredom at its Best

I get up in the morning

and it’s just another day,

I move along to work

where I try to earn my pay.

I grab a cup of coffee

and I sit behind my desk,

I put the files on my table

its boredom at its best.

I mutter out my anger

as my paperwork seems to grow,

while I’m doing this

my body’s in a low.

I turn around to look

out the window at my back,

I know there’s something more out there

something this job lacks.

I really don’t believe

that 9 to 5’s for me,

my soul is young and restless,

its craving to be free.

So, I grab a cup of coffee

and I sit behind my desk,

I put the files on my table

its boredom at its best.

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