Literature
Rant of the week.
” I grow bored of this puny planet,
with it’s increasing population of the
species known as human
They are everywhere
from the cement to the billboards
I have lived here for twenty one years,
and still have no hope in sight.
No future, no interest, just a body
going day by day, with the same old routine
Wake up, making associations, and sleep.
I occasionally spend time with the others of the
race, and that gives me some fulfillment to the
day, I suppose
I wouldn’t say that I am lonely, just bored of the same
old thing.
I want a newer experience, something different from the
norm.
I don’t wish to hear of murde