Blue is yellow

Boredom

Boredom,

Such a fickle little thing.

It rules us,

Sort of like an upper being.

My poems singing-

In my brain,

In my mind.

Boredom,

A thing to cure,

So obscure.

My goodness,

Make up your mind,

Little swine.

Look to the internet,

Is it entertaining yet?

Not really.

Oh how odd,

Bored with the world,

At your fingertips!

Yet you're in the pits.

Your rambles,

You're in shambles.

I don't like it,

I'm not supposed to be,

I shouldn't be.

Boredom,

A transgression,

Your obsession.

Can't be bored,

What to do?

This is what I'll do.

I'll write this,

A poem.

Ever so solem.