I’m so bored, I blink for fun,
Had a staring contest with the sun.
Lost in thought? Nah—just lost,
Even my yawns are double-crossed.
Scrolled through memes, then scrolled again,
Now I know Karen's cat and ten fake men.
Watched crumbs fall from my own toast,
That was the highlight, I almost made a post.
Talked to my plants—they’ve filed a case,
Even the mirror said, “Get outta my face.”
Paced my room like a movie spy,
But tripped on air—so smooth, I cry.
Made a plan to conquer Mars,
Then got tired and stared at stars.
Tried dancing just to pass the time,
Now my dog thinks I’ve lost my mind.
Boredom’s deep, like soul-type pain,
I’d rather get caught in acid rain.
If this keeps up, I swear I might
Marry my blanket and call it a night.
So send help fast—or snacks will do,
And maybe a llama just for the view.
Until then, I lie and take one breath…
Living the drama: Bored to Death.
