Death by bore
Boredom runs through my vains
Never was I ever so
Monotone
I wish to learn yet can't hear
That voice that that claims, but never feels.
I know of kindness and joy, by words
Never have I heard or seen
Any feeling.
Eager as you say you don not show
My love of Euler and logs and
Pi. Is not enough to save me
From that voice that brings dreams
I have no hate but only distaste
I wish for emotion and fun
Educators or plain do not
Satisfy my wants
Be wierd and loud and show me some feel