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

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