Corner Cutting Boredom

The more I sweat,

Profusely through the sheets,

There’s not much left,

Beyond this corpse I have to keep,

Above board or water,

Well that’s bought me up to speed

And it’s 4am with rising chests,

I dread what I need.

The light it creeps and wrestles in the depths

Of grinding teeth, I need to forget

And if it’s weak, good grief!The strength I grasp to get

And if it’s pride, I tried

Or it’s boredom cutting corners.

Now that’s a stretch,

A high defined mess,

A chemical reaction that’s lacking all depth,

Now I digress,

Or are you finally impressed?

I’m waxing lyrical, I’m cynical, I give what I get.

The light it creeps and wrestles in the depths

Of grinding teeth, I need to forget

And if it’s weak, good grief!

The strength I grasp to get

And if it’s pride, I tried

Or it’s boredom cutting corners.

There’s not much I have taught you,

But those who teach can’t do.

The light it creeps and wrestles in the depths

Of grinding teeth, I need to forget

And if it’s weak, good grief!

The strength I grasp to get

And if it’s pride, I tried

Or it’s boredom cutting corners.