A Quite Bored Boy
The whole class mess, with utter joy,
But at the back there is a quite bored boy,
Who dreams of life in complete leisure,
Full of poetry, love and lustful pleasure,
He escapes using drugs and drink,
Flashes through the day in a single blink,
He longs for sweet and bitter fame,
But does no work and is rather lame,
He idealise romantic libertines,
He's haunted,
And taunted,
In sickly twisted dreams,
Some day soon, He'll enter an endless sleep,
Leaving his beloved to sadly weep,
There he'll mess, with utter joy,
And no longer be, a quite bored boy.
poem by Bob Butcher
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