Rescuing Me From Boredom Poem by Richard Wlodarski

If I awakened drenched in sweat on a cold morning
Shivering paralyzing cursing knowing I'm dying
Would you step barefoot on the cold dark concrete floor
Looking for an exit from a sleazy back door?

If I snapped out of dozing off at my boring job
Cussing blurting shrieking in a momentous sob
Would you tippy-toe to my boss's cavernous hole
Addressing her highness with kindness selling your soul?

If halfway through the course of my afternoon delight
Flickering shuttering embracing darkest of sight
Would you race to the virginity of the light
Believing you weren't the stingiest in your fight?

If awakening from evening of the reckoning
Hallucinating resurrecting recuperating
Would you hug the iconic Timothy Leary
Trusting doctoring enabling humanity?