Boring walls
and boring rooms

Boring days
when boredness looms

Boring teachers
and boring voices

They go on and on
about our lives and choices

Boring clothes
and boring hair

I try to act chill
but what a lie when I say I don’t care

Boring shoes
whites and blacks

And boring crowds
walking around in packs
My boring nails
worn and torn

Am I boring too?
is this the way I was born?

A boring hour
ticks by so slow

Some are not boring
some emit a glow

But, I am not one of them
so I guess I’ll pretend

Because boring boring boring
an endless, endless trend