The Effects of Boredom

I hate it when the weather forecast says today's a bore,
My hyperness comes to a stop, I drop dead on the floor,
I do not wish to live a happy life anymore,
All I wish to do is go to sleep and to snore.

I wake up at the break of dawn,
And all I do is take a big yawn,
My brain is always off, not on,
I think I live in Babylon.

Oh, somebody please help me out,
I don't want to be the odd man out,
I'm lost, of that there is no doubt,
I don't seem to follow my life's route.

See, this bored disease is most curable,
Though the time you have it for doesn't seem endurable!

So on a boring day, go to the doctor's for a checkup,
And make sure the boringness gets all washed up!

To escape from Boring Boredomville,
You need no syrup, powder, pill!

There's one thing that you need, just ONE!
You need to have a lot of FUN!

Mussoorie Mornings

6 AM, and it's a beautiful Mussoorie morning. Look outside, and you will see that the sun hasn't completely risen yet. The world outside is enveloped in a thin sheet of gray fog. The birds are my early morning wake up call. Each bird has a different, distinctive call. They call me to join them in their flight. I consider myself lucky to live in such a beautiful place, when on some days, I even see a flock of green parrots fly by me.

The aromas from the kitchen downstairs arouse my sense of smell. Breakfast is just waiting for me to pounce on. Just as I think about how I'd give anything in the world for this moment, my dorm parent rings Alter Ridge's heavy brass bell and comes around to turn on the lights.

This is truly the Woodstock experience, and I like it just the way it is.

Sick Again

I feel the heat rush to my head,
Next thing you know it, I'm in bed.

The thermometer in my mouth goes *BEEP!*,
The nurse takes it out and I cry myself to sleep.

I don't want this to happen, so I'll count to ten,
Cause I hate it when they say that I'm sick again.

I'm frozen in a giant cube of ice,
I can't move an inch, and it isn't nice.

I want to flush my sickness down the drain,
I'm tempted to take a knife and have it slain.

Oh, take a taxi, take a train,
Fly to Mexico, walk to Maine!

No longer must this sickness remain,
No longer can I take this pain.

So in despair, I do declare,
Sickness, leave me and go ELSEWHERE!