Come, please, I’m bored.

I’m sick, TV is weak

The movies are obscure

And commercials are extended

And my neck hurts from watching

Lying sideways with two pillows

And this cough is defying its syrup

And my cup is full of spit

And I’ve got to wake up early

And I cannot call in sick

And I’m too tired to read

Or imagine jumping sheep

Cuz my mind is doing hops

From TV to random thoughts

Of better shows to watch

Or the hours that are lost

From TV with better plots

And stories with deeper thoughts

Or at least more complete thoughts

That persuade me from the thought

That my eyes are red and shot

And I’m dying with this cough

And my mind, it slowly rots

And my throat, it slowly rots

Like my lungs from smoking pot

And this movie sucks a lot

Like my weak poetic thoughts

That sometimes I wish would stop

Cuz I’m lacking the stylistic ability to impress my literarily ignorant family

That hasn’t read a poem since my last self-impressed poem

That they just smiled and gave encouraging words to and forget about already

For the sake of better-used brain space

And pity for my plight as a failed everything

And a soon-to-be whimsically enthralled

And a predictably, transiently, effortlessly, hopelessly distracted someone else

With no one all to myself

In a half heaven half hell

Sort of convoluted shell

With psychiatric help

But no one all to myself

So I give a weakened yelp

And forget about my health

And I lapse so long until

My thoughts outweigh the conveniences that arise from the closing of my eyes

And the takeover by my lips and hands and movies and games

That distract me almost enough

To forget this self-impressed philosopher’s burden

That cyclically becomes the center of my thoughts

Until I quit all of the bad

And I swear I’m done with that

And I ridicule the sad

And I cherish what is past

Or at least stand where I stand

So my self-confidence and esteem and awareness can coexist

And I make eye contact and read and write nicer

And I’m reassured by my forgetting

Of the ending cycle of everything that occurs

On a planet that isn’t even

A billionth the size of a billionth of the night sky.