Bored(written a while ago)

Bored.

Bored bored bored bored bored bored, bored

Hand me that carving knife

I want to cut my throat

Step away from the rail

I'm jumping off the boat

Lead in my pocket

Making sure I'll not float

The most interesting thing I'll do today

Is putrefy and bloat

Bored bored bored bored bored bored, bored

Just staring at the ceiling

Lying in my sack

No thoughts in my mind

And I don't care, Jack

Fingers idly twitching

Memories of the rack

Typing out those words

On my busted Apple Mac

Bored bored bored bored bored bored, bored

I'm a ghost in the machine

I'm not all there

Staring into space

Tearing out my hair

A piece of me is missing

It's not really fair

He's had the machine six days’ now

He ain't got a care

Bored bored bored bored bored bored, bored

Today is the day

I'm going downtown

Getting my computer back

I'll try not to frown

Let this be a lesson

When your machine goes down

They are our masters’ now

Bow before their electronic crown.