Sunday, November 16th, 2008 | Author: stuart

I’m recycling boredom day to day
Yesterday’s routines suffice for today
And will survive countless tomorrows.
Why suffer the pains of originality
New hopes and new failures when the failures I know so well
Are easily at hand.
Boredom and dullness are their own reward
The trappings of a day well spent
No challenges, no triumphs, no strains and no stress,
No efforts expended and no risks exposed.
I’m recycling boredom day by day.

Category: Poetry
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