My Battles With Tedium Poem by John Sensele

At high speed I flee from the tedium stage
Fearing indecision might trip my precious time page
Which over years of sweat I've built
And now to defend to the hilt.

I can't afford to allow the spectre of tedium
In my space to build and shield a mediocre medium
Which all my efforts tedium will
Instead of helping my laziness to heal.

When tedium rears his ugly head, I scratch my head
For initiatives and ideas to put tedium to bed
Or else tedium my idle mind will engage in evil
From which I can extricate harm or the Devil.

So far the strategy works well for me
Although I'm yet to see how my bee
Will sweep tedium and sting him
All over his deformed body and his dream

Which if given a chance can penetrate
Deeper recesses in my mind at a rate
I may not be able to control
Unless my guardian angels agree to patrol

But on the other hand I feel a sense of shame
To ask angel to fly to Earth to protect the name
God gave me alongside to the willpower
To decide what I can accept or reject in every hour.