Out of boredom

Sitting here thinking what to write
Squeezing my mind out,
but nothing is coming out right.

Everyone’s got something to do,
and I’m just blowing my nose
cuz of the flu.

My fever is going up high,
Cuz of my bad mood
I want to cry.

I started writing to waste time
Oh the words just rhyme

I knew there was something I could show’em
This turned out to be a poem
I think it shows that there’s always
Something out of boredom

(c)Copyright 2005 LRM