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