i am the fly of boredome. 
i was called so by misreading a compliment by another person.
tho whom i write it matters not,
for the fly of boredom writes for everyone.

i write on a whim, i have no care,
give me 2 topics and i'll make them a poem.
i've worked many topics, as you have read,
and the fly of boredom works from his home.

bored am i as i write these things,
with chaos at my front porch full of nightmaric screams.
the fly i am who goes round and round the picnic table trash cans
and i land on the food left unwatched in your dreams.

i fly on the fly with my keyboard as my guide,
my fingers always screwing up my lettering so i have to go rewrite.
but i am not alone in this world anymore, for the fly, am i,
has found an audience with alot of wit.

i linger online in cyberspace travels,
i don't really know where this poem is really going. bear with me.
laughing as i type, i apologize to you for calling me the fly, 
howevr bored am i, and boring shall i be.

but alas, tomorrow night, i may have something better for you to read.
anyone with 2 topics, just drop me a line. 
i shall write a poem about them. 
for the fly of boredom, who writes on his boredom, and on the fly, will 
dine.

4 responses total.

"i fly on the fly with my keyboard as my guide,"

I kinda dig this line, reminds me of old school Beck

Yeah, I could see that.  Also the business with the trash cans, although Beck
seems to have lost his fixation with garbage can imagery.

drive by body pierce

never cared too much for beck

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