Help me please! I'm getting bored.
That state of being is quite abhorred.
Alas! I feel I have been lured
Right through Boredome's grand fjord.
The passage back has been obscured;
Oh, dear God! I'm bored! I'm bored!
Sloth has said, "there's naught to do,"
And this grim phrase I've come to rue,
For if what Sloth has said is true,
Then my whole life shall be knocked askew.
What's a shepherd without ram or ewe?
Oh, dear God! There's naught to do!
Why should I adhere to Sloth,
Who's only deed was to make a troth
To Boredome; they're the pair that doth
Naught but make us limp as cloth.
Just as a flame shall scorch a moth,
I shall vanquish Ye and Sloth!
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"When science has uttered her voice, let babblers hold their peace."
~Jules Verne