FreeCell is the staff of life
Solitaire the breath.
My RSI is testament
To boredom’s spiteful wrath.
The VDU screen flicker rate
Doth seek to splay the eyes
A throbbing skull is tribute just
To evil ennui.
White noise pounds to numb my ears
A soul-destroying hum.
A jawbone dropp’d is fair return
For endless tedium.
The words I write to kill more time
Are meaningless therefore:
A thought dismissed as vacuous –
Thus banished evermore.
Ahagh the daily grind, just 20 minutes until my lunch and then freedom! If only for a short piece, still, I shall play Asteriods until that great milestone arrives.