Ah, you say boredom--I say theft.

Just another poem I wrote in the mists of busniness at Starbucks.

I have robbed boredom of every thing it has;

And I've taunted careless yawns at once. 

I'd like to think I've won this round, but

Alas, the sun has me always beat. 

I long to sit with my competition,

And ask it how it breathes so well, 

Or even how it converses too. . .

We'd write pages and pages of sincere

Lore, and ask the passerby to join the fun. 

But instead I have only this tale to show--

I have robbed boredom of every thing it has

And I've taunted careless thoughts with yawns. 

Reviews

[Aven]

interesting write.

[Jonathan De Elvira]

wow...
this actually surprisingly attractive...despite of the title..lol....
I like it very much...
There's intentionally or unintentional sarcasm in there that I adore so much...

[Little Whisper]

And what a wonderful tale this is... I love your poem! :)

[Miss Coral]

Great write... love the imagery and subtle tones coursing through this. Really interesting style and phrasing... nice job. :)
-Coral-

[Lafayette]

Love it great job!
Have a great week, Lafayette

[An owl on the moon]

There is a brilliant vision your words create, moving across moments and more.. I loved the flow and form of your write. Starbucks is very good for your creativity!