When Boredom Makes You Lose It

Blasé, bored, mundane. 
Everyday the same.
 
I think I’ll go insane.
But just myself to blame.
 
Sugar dripping in the rain.
Porcelain robot I became.
 
Stimulate a thirsty brain.
Force fed back into the game.
 
Trading glitter for cocaine.
Imagination taking aim.
 
Disenchanted I sustain.
Listless hours ought to shame.
 
Unamused, dried to pain.
Chaos spikes a dull mind-frame.
 
Boredom has me on a chain.
Slaving to a world so tame.

 

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