Boredom...

i walk down the line,
searching for something that will shine,
something that will relieve me of this boredom,
and bring me to a playful kingdom,
i don't know what's what,
or what what isn't,
neither do i care,
for i am in a world bare.

no fun, no play, nothing,
my hair is being brushing,
English error i know,
but i have a rhyme thats needs a show,
a walk in the rain,
a trip to spain,
nothing interesting going on,
where is the sun?

well, even if i'm bored,
i still have the cord,
a life line not yet cut,
to the old mans strut,
a cherry pie smear on his mouth,
his mouth very uncouth,
this poem makes no sense,
but i'm not tense.

from writing a crappy poem such as this,
a song played again, tish, tish,
no one will read this, maybe,
will someone save me,
from this impending boredom,
the only other rhyme for this i like is whoredom,
but i can't use that well in a sentence,
what is penitence?

only girl in the world by Rhianna,
another song by Dionea,
a soda can thrown away from the trash,
the guys head needs a bash,
not really, just lost,
in something that is in frost,
forgotten long ago,
and never again a show.

a spider monkeys sleeves,
is used the help wipe his arse with leeves,
do monkeys have sleeves?
i guess not, but niether keys,
it's late at night that i type this,
i want a pet fish,
will someone please relieve me of this boredom,
before i do something stupid for fun?