Another day boxed in an office
coop.
The welcome packet never said this
job
Bore so much resemblance to the
Chinese water torture.
Boring me to tears.
Tearing me to pieces.
Each passing hour – a dull bit –
Boring holes in my head.
My dreams fleeing away
Like startled birds through a broken cage.
Bear in mind:
a thousand years back
This place was nothing but
a wild forest –
Tall trees everywhere,
Bearing fruit in their season.
And my ancestor who
bore his sword,
bore his dignity,
and bore all the hardships –
Made his living warring and hunting
a wild Boar.
Nothing boring about that.
Boars are not Boring
© Copyright: Филипп Кубасов, 2020
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