My weariness has led to a boredom
That borders on a disgusting sickness and satiety
The tedium of a twice told tale
That has led me to become, a button hole proser
I shall send myself to sleep
Or tire to death even the devil
Or play harp on the same string
Till you all vomit
Written Saturday October 2005
allan james saywell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dull-arid-tale-of-poetic-prose/
