Boring

I can be a boring bastard

So I dig myself a hole

submerge myself in the dirt

let inertia take its toll

 

Leave me semi-buried

in the dirt, in the garden

I’ll spin in place

boring ever further

 

Disappear into the crust

My life is just a drill

I bore down into the core

and the hole above me fills

 

I land on the amber ball

at the center of the earth

and melt into it’s heat

and infect it with my curse

 

The world becomes unenthused

same old, nothing new

nothing new ever happens

nothing new, nothing new

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