Bored specimen

I don’t feel pleased
Or even desired,
There’s no passion
I am not inspired
I need excitement
The rush of adrenaline,
I am nothing more
Than a bored specimen.
As the world ticks
And steals my tocks,
I’m swimming in a sea
With a pocket of rocks.
This is my addiction
With veins of greed,
Give me an adventure
I need to feed.



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21 Responses to Bored specimen

  1. Kudos – really enjoyed it.

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  2. Mr. Militant Negro says:

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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  3. Coyote from Orion says:

    Nice to hear you again. Hope you’re ok K xox


  4. That’s a very good poem – it hits the nail on the head.

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  5. Kris says:

    “The world ticks
    And steals my tocks..” I LOVE love LoVe this phrase!!!!!

    You know, my dear, if you are going to live in my pocket, you might as well come out and we can go play somewhere!

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  6. This was a really great post! Loved the thought, title and the way it flowed! I guess I wasn’t the only one that loved the phrase – “As the world ticks And steals my tocks,” An inspired line to be sure. Bravo!

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