Sitting here at work, bored to tears,
all self inflected i bin here for years...

The days were longer, they just wouldn 't end,
Hours in the park, carefree time I would spend...

I really don't know where to start,
But here is a poem about a fart...

"It's irritable bowel" the doctor did...
I had to make an appointment today...

It tried to smile at me today,as some attention...
it's rusty and decayed without any wheels or...