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If boredom were lethal

If boredom were lethal, they'd ban it
I'd smile at the thought of no school.
No cigarette scents or fucked up teen faces,
or nasty divorces and pills.
No working all day in a little boxed office.
or yawning away at the time,
No sitting and wishing that second would tick,
Or wasting your time to get high.
No hours of exams or blue chewed up pens,
and screaming alone in your room
No moaning and binging on Pillsbury dough,
or trying to get over your doom.
If boredom were lethal, they'd ban it
'Cause damn, if they didn't, we'd die.

20 Nov 10

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