Boredom ~ Wednesday, May 20, 2026

This extravagant journey, we take, soon

That anyone, I know, I know, on board
has misgivings, reservations, boredom
in a word, in this world full of beauty
so much to offer each person, so bored

extra extra, read all about it, no
xénoi to the meaning, to the kingdom
trust in the gods, or God, as our duty
relax, I know, I know, while on this ship
as you see it, you are in the big show
views differ in this respect, this planet
as a magical unicorn, offers
gifts abundant to inhabitants, bet
as soon as we question our place, coffers
not sunken but buried, get hip, get hip
turn up with the turnips, the beets, deep red

just as before, everything is right here
on this extravagant journey, we pay
until we die, we earn money, make bread
rhubarb starter, the sourdough mother
now everyone has a mother, I fear
everyone born lives with no voice to say
yes or no, or maybe, or maybe not

wonders all around, yet all are other
everyone, a stranger, in the same boat

take a moment to breathe, to meditate
as the boredom becomes a hungry goat
killing the sacrificial lamb, debate
efficacy of murder, life, a dot

soon, science no longer explains, before
only associations to make sense
only associations make no sense
nonsense to set the score

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