My brain is rolling around in my skull
It just doesn't seem to work right today
Everything feels pretty boring and dull
It wasn't much different yesterday
That's the thing I don't like about summer
There's to much free time to waste
Most of my days turn out to be bummer
I feel like the little kid who would eat paste
Other people go on vacations and have fun
No, not me, I just stay home
It's been a long time since I've gone on one
I don't really travel this earthly dome
I'm almost bored out of my mind
But I guess I have lots to do
I feel like there's no one else of my kind
To this species I feel like I'm new
Are my poems really any good
I silently wonder in my head
Of course they must be at least as good as food
Because if not than them nobody would've read
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