Bored

Man, I'm just so BORED
No motivation at all
General annoyance is assured
Because I'm not having a ball

I can't get past this boredom
There's just nothing to do
Everything around seems dumb
I want something fun or new

All I've got is written word
And I've done that plenty before
But this poem seems absurd
Though to do, there's nothing more

It's depressing me a bit
Now I'll get into a self-hating fit
And that's never fun

What'll I do
But plan a self-coup?
Aah, I'm attacking, have to run!