Friday Night Poem by E.A. England

Friday Night



i sit at home
on this friday night
it doesnt seem fair
and it doesnt seem right

theres nothing to do
bored out of my mind
in this boring old house
to which im confined

i wish i had plans
to go out with some friends
but instead im trapped here
where the boredum never ends

desperatley in need
of something to do
my weekend is boring
that much it true!

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