bored to death

do you know what it is like
sitting there and waiting
for the time to pass away?

painfully, the seconds roll
as huge and heavy rocks
each minute longer than a day.

i twist and turn
annoyed, bored, sick,
all that banality surrounding me…

i am trapped.
that\’s a brick around my neck
and i am drowning slowly.

and a little part of me dies
that funny part, the one that smiles
that laughs at silly jokes,
or stupid even,

and cries
when the deer is shot in Bambi.

welcome to the world of Business.

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