Sunday, December 5, 2010

The Bored's Prayer


Our problems,
In our brains,
Hollow would be our preference.
Relief will come,
When life is done.
We hope for a chance to get even.
Give us a day,
Or two away,
And let us out for recess,
Send some friends to have recess with us.
And we could use some drugs,
But not the illegal kind,
For the depression, and the anxiety, and the weight gain,
For a reasonable copay,
Amen.

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