I banged pots and pans
Riding tractors, mopeds and vans
Pestering God to grant me days off
So I can deplete my parents' loaf
Beating my chest, thought I was clever
Dodging, dribbling my school endeavour
Now I'm bored, bored and bored stiff
Between my shadow and tedium I sow a tiff
Waking up at sunup, wishing I was wise
Loadshedding and covid 19 spring a surprise
That heckles the precipitous actions
I vow never to invite into my life sanctions
When I build bustles, castles and hustles in the air
Proclaiming badness and sadness smell, sound and spell unfair
Bottom line: humility lessons in my life will repeat
Until I refrain from jumping into the pesky pit.
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