I get bored as well,
when I do,
I might take you to
heaven or hell.
Right now I'm bored,
if I don't get on the move,
I'll continue to feel floored.
I don't really want to write,
 it's becoming Saturday night.

I want to do my thing dancing,
listening to sweet music romancing.
Versing has its place,
but
right now I want it to
get out of my face.
Away from my head,
I'd rather be outside
doing something instead.

This sitting is a bunch of bull,
I've about had a stomach full.
I'm about to bust the door,
jump up and scoot across the floor.
I love poetry and writing,
but
there are other things
just as exciting.

See ya!

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