The way you bored me

I’m thinking and re-thinking.

And I miss the way you bored me;

and I hate that you are probably so happy

with another little Miss-So-Simple!


And I am diving in oceans of Prozak,

digging in our past for typos,

’cause I start forgetting what I wanted

and why I’m thinking what I’m thinking.


And I’m looking for the absolute of meanings,

even though it’s me who gave up living;

but you know what’s 42 and where it’s leading,

by heart, by nature and by no-fuck-giving.


… And I miss the way you bored me.

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