Screw This, Im Bored
You sit and wait and wonder. You slop, you stop, you stare.
Why, oh why is there nothing to do, except gaze into thin air?
You read a novel you've read 3 times, You flip through the pages.
By now you've memorised the whole thing,
The words, the chapters, the stages.
You start to draw useless lines. Swirls, squiggles and dots.
Until you find something to amuse you, the colour of peoples socks.