When I am bored I will think of you:
Your endless aphorisms old and new,
Your tedious jargon, and jaded comparisons
Make flagrant non-sequiturs seem almost true.
Your tiresome arguing no points of promise,
Always leading to the same brick wall,
Your sudden tempers, unmitigated;
Almost leading to an ugly brawl.
Antiquated and dull opinions,
Dim witted metaphors you thought would do,
You make me tired; I could sleep for days:
When I am bored, I will think of you.
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