When boredom strikes
It cares not your age or creed;
It picks its victims mercilessly--
Purely driven by greed.

Boredom can render the most intelligent man
Completely stupid and useless
It can fuck up a deadline
It can make you listless.

What is the cure for boredom?
It really depends on your preferences
You can read, chat, or enjoy the beautiful day--
We are unanimous in our differences.

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