Boredness

                  Boredness is eating me alive, like a alligator

                 ripping up its prey. I do not really have much

                 to do, today is just a boring day. The house

                is quiet, except for a wood floor board creaking.

                Yes, with boredness this place is reaking.

                The quietness can make one insane, like

                a person inside an asylum. Me being

               left alone with my thoughts, may be good

              or is it? So much thinkin my head feels as if

              it will explode, but this all stops as the day

             slowly  erodes, and night falls, finally ending

            it all. No more boredness, no more insanity, no

           more random toughts of profanity in my brain.