Analysis of Boredom

There is stuff all around to be picked
Up and put aside again. There is a cup
With some fluid inside, no joy though.

The windows show an empty street
At the front and in the yard more
Weeds have grown in the drizzles

The postman brought some bills
Now spread on the desk to read
But they’ll contain known data

The desktop is hot and tries to cool off
With a spinning, the only sound besides
The occasional complaint of the fridge

The monitor’s screen is filled with words
Telling there’s nothing new and a plate
Serves bread with pretense, half eaten

There’s a far friend knocking on the wall
Sharing but silly flagstone phrases
Nothing special, all is dull and fading