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>boring. this place is so boring.
I have never been bored in my life.
As for places, don't we set them at the table?
Are you here to dine or here to serve?
The host you'd be if you were able,
Yet snarl and bite and try to strike a nerve;
Those scraps you fight for hide the glamour,
Abundance at the inner core,
Grasping, clawing, never savor,
What it is you have right here.
And what is that without the spite and anger?
And how does anything have any worth?
What place is so exciting that you find yourself right here,
Emotionally unloading on the dweebs,
The dweebs who they might find themselves between us,
The dweebs that they all made up from within,
Surely you're not now bored interacting,
When you know that interacting's all there's been;
And what is that been doin' all the interactin',
If everything is always a'changin'?
And you know… that deep inside…
"Boring" Is a Fuckin' State of Mind!
I woke up this morning, a song upon my breath,
Not so much coughing as the night before,
I wrote it for my Mother, and for all I'm soon to lose;
For none of us will get out of here alive.
I wrote it for my brother and the Father I became,
And wrote it for the rage I felt inside…
I wrote it for the friends who'd shared with me things along the way,
I thought those things important at the time…
Then I went out, carried water, fetPost too long. Click here to view the full text.