Chairman Of The Bored

Even to my own eyes
These words lose all meaning

The patronising method
With which I undo my mind
Glorifies naught but ennui

As your eyes try to fathom the depths
I tell you we are in shallow waters

See for your self

Step off

Sink for unmeasurable fathoms

When you reach the bottom
Relate to me what you find

Regale me with your pithy insight

Prove to me

Once and for all

That I’m surrounded by idiots

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