Bored Poem by Hannington Mumo

Bored by the sun
And bored by the wind;
I peruse through good poetry
But none yields a hint;
All but offer a paltry
Pleasure in a turn.

I may read Kipling
Or browse Shakespeare,
All in the hastened hunt for thrill,
To abolish this numbing fear;
The mundane lack of taste that seems to kill,
To attain the joy of a king.

Finally I quit the treasure stores
Of celebrated poets both alive and dead,
Pontificating about the joy amity and the fear of foes;
Today's pleasures and tomorrow's dread!