It bores me.


Left the drinkable yogurt on the sink today,
Came back from work and found bacilli astray.

ça m'ennuie.



Twista-haler sprayed powder 2 days later,
Lucky, pharma-girl was a considerate trader.

ça m'ennuie.

Check engine lite came on cuz the gas cap was loose,
Service open 'til 7 but only 5 for Prius.
Only 2 trained techs for that rarified bird,
Come back Saturday you hybrid drivin' nerd.

ça m'ennuie

Mind's all confuddled with the brand new pills,
My high blood pressure never gave me these ills.

ça m'ennuie

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"Last night what we talked about
It made so much sense
But now the haze has ascended
It don't make no sense anymore." -- Arctic Monkeys

Comments

Todd Camplin said…
I am so glad your not to cool to rhyme. Great read.
6:43 PM
V said…
TC: I am too cool for nothing. Not being cool at all helps with that.
10:12 PM
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