Boredom (Acrostic)

Blah, blah, blah. As if I'm listening.

Only an idiot would believe this drivel.

Really, it's rubbish. We ain't listening.

Everyone zoned out, staring into space.

Daydreaming, thinking of more exciting things.

On and on the blathering comes. A never-ending tide.

My life's bane sets in. Boredom.

The End

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