Feeling bored,
Sitting in the loo,
I’m left to rot,
With nothing to do.
Drained of energy,
No interest in anything.
Have to get out of this lethargy,
But I just can’t think.
I’ve memory block,
These couple of years.
The ticking of my biological clock,
Evokes all sorts of fears.
Banging my head against the wall,
Look into the past with binoculars;
Simply to recall,
My personal particulars.
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