my theme

i am writing today because today is bored of me
and vice versa. would go outside: it’s raining.
would play guitar: string broke.
would fuck you: took my medication.
would: can’t.

so i am writing and i can barely get the words out.
they’re like mud that gets trampled in the passive voice
and reforms a few seconds later.
or like mud being squeezed from a tube
again passively.

yeah. there you have it. it’s yours.
do with it what you please.
for instance read it when you need
an anthym against boredom.