Sitting in a chair with fingers typing
What a fool there is who is always dying
The inner child is almost always crying
Every job hated that’s where applying.
A different tune life is singing
Note this tune and start fighting
The boredom needs good spanking
So pick up courage and all that rage
Use it to go about in the world Shining
Warrior Writes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boredom-7/
