Our medicine, the boredom cure

Inject it wholly, sniff it pure

Through a blur – there I spy

Your razor blade parade 

Which enters forth, clad in boots of suede

You tease me in to kick me out

You hold me down to watch me drown

I’m a stranger in this lonesome town

You yearn to gnaw my bone

It’s real when alone, fake when en masse

So they say, cyclical enacting of the daily play:

My charade in the park

The stark, meadows lark 

Endurance through persistence

Resistance through impotence

Invisibility, banality

Contrarian, sectarian

There’s a point between the two

And in the glade there is a shadow and that shadow, it is you

The dream now exits the mind

As I’m awoken on the sofa, both of these collide

Now sneered upon with snide

A night of the boredom cure

Injected wholly, sniffed it pure

Now I’m back to the grind

The Monday morning seeks only to remind

Of my 9-5, that the mind will writhe

As I’m wriggling through the shift

 My attention is all but miffed

 mending the rift, of weekend plays

The minds a daze

So off I go again

I re enter the maze

Of no restrain

I’m yearning for a boredom cure

Crack it down, there for you on every corner of every street, every person you ever meet

The boredom cure

Inject it whole, sniff it pure

Sweet like myrrh, your baneful purr

For you I’d write an ode

Awaiting my next motherload

Here comes my next pleasure hunt

For the Boredom cure found in a blunt

I smoke it whole, then sniff it pure

Sweet like wine, the baneful purr

My poison ivy

O would you surprise me?

With the cure

So O boredom cure, O boredom cure

Won’t you come back down to me?

O boredom cure, O boredom cure

See just what you do to me

If I were free, would I be me?

If I were free, would I be me?

For without you there is no glee

For without you I cannot be

I cannot simply just be me

Without this insanity

My reckless depravity

Grants me the will to just be me

To just be me, to just be me

So crack me whole, sniff me pure

Turn my key and hear me whirr

My constant sickness, my forever cure

Boil you up, season and stir

Boredom cure, boredom cure

Mask my sky with your iron

Create the cross for me to die on 

Let me be that martyr

Let me sign your charter

Let me simply shrivel now

Shirvel, shrivel to all but null

I give you the noose and let you pull

Pull me, pull me, O so high

Pull me, pull me, up to your sky

Drop me down to the streets below

And I’ll go searching for just more blow

I need your heaven, your relief

No matter how bitter the morning after or the high so brief

Who needs the haven of clarity

Mundanity is my miser

The ache in my incisor 

Remedy to my depravity

My forever provider

The fabled carp I’ve never caught

Originals which can’t be bought

O boredom cure, come back to me

Let me bathe within in your pleasure

O all the fruits of my crusade

The ace I’ve never played

One look and I am swayed

O Boredom cure, O boredom cure

Crack me down, snort me pure

My one man show

I wind you up – let you perform

Lost in magic – expel my scorn

The crimson sun in my vacuous morn

O boredom cure, O boredom cure

If I were free would I be me?

Smash me down, drain me whole

Boredom cure

You gorge upon my very soul

With one look at you

I lose all control

Turn me hot – turn me cold

Turn me blue – turn me red

Am I alive or am I dead?

You drained me dry

Scorched my sky

Never to retaliate or ask just why

Pie in the sky, I’m high in the sky

Boredom cure

My pleasure, my lie

The fly within my iris

You bring me pain yet live in bliss

Just how unfair is this?

That you’re my fuel without you i’m nothing

I’m the inanimate I’ll be your tool

My love, my cure, how could you be so cruel

I malign my time without your rhyme

You repay me merely with your slime

I’ve been through this cycle so frequent 

The idea now cements

Perhaps all this time I was the fool

Yet boredom cure, my boredom cure

I just can’t get enough of you

You’re the Belladona in my grove

You complete my four leaf clove

 You’re the poison on my mind

A habit to remind

Of the daily grind, that grants me guises

due for deadly detractors

The refractors – in the brain

Pleasures – my refrain

The lull before a crescendo

Like a siren she sings

You played me rough and cut my strings

Boredom, My boredom cure

My single love, my habitual snow

You slay the dove, you steal my glow

You sniff me whole, smoke me true

Boredom cure, my tender cure

You’ve beat me black and blue.