Another smoke, another drag, Lazy hours given to habit, Some kind of active, inactive, Numbing indifference, Or perhaps a death-wish, As the hours draw on, Or inevitable relapse, Fending off thoughts, Giving in to keep me still... If boredom doesn't kill me, Killing boredom will!
© Adam Spurs
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