A Piece Out Of Boredom Poem by mifael llauderes

Ticking dull and far between
I wish I have a time machine
A web of void and idleness
Subdued and hung my eagerness

How did they figure out the time
Calibrated within the mind
What took the universe to flock
Too small to fit it in a clock

The sun and moon they share a loathing
Thus never seen in close a meeting
In two dimensions of the sky
When one is deep the other high

Oh time is but a fallacy
And man submit to its decree
Because we count in terms of numbers
We go through all the minute minders

But hard am i supposed to wait
Had time been measured by a weight
Had it been by a tightening clutch
I am by now completely flat

But I’m reminded by a rhyme
That killing time is not a crime
While waiting’s naught a classy act
Part discipline 'tis part an art!