BOREDOM

Obviously apt, because this is a phenomenon dictating many of our lives......

It starts with a 'b' and ends with an 'm'
It is like a tree without a leaf, a bark or stem
In that it is not tangible, it does not physically exist
But it envelopes us, a coccoon, a cyst.

You lie motionless for hours, willing interest to enter your mind
But in the end all you achieve, is expelling gas from your behind
And you even giggle at it, repulsed at how you find it funny
And then you see it, the computer, your aide, your honey.

With new resolve u rise, switching it on and opening your inbox
But the %^^&$#$ MTNL router, is a ^%%&ing jack in the box
It conks off, grinning at you with nonblinking lights
And you sit despondent, feeling violated off your rights

You finally raise yourself, and decide to go outside
Only to find that your energy, has been drained, or has decided to hide
And you are now firmly back to square one
With not a squat of an idea on how to have fun.

You scratch yourself, you get up, you sit
And find that this is not amusing you one bit
You realise that youre defeated, and that thought aint funny
The macho man has been reduced, to a fluffy pink bunny.

You silently acknowledge, this wraith's unbelievable power
To make every second, seem like an hour
This fiend that has reduced you to a spat out pint of rum
That (censored) whose name is BOREDOM