I
A gray page
with black words
the words bleed into a blur
and boredom sets in

II
Idleness is my mistress
I can’t fight Her, but
when I give in to Her passion
She only puts me in distress

III
Idleness leads to procrastination
Procrastination leads to toleration
Toleration leads to liberalism
In this regime,
that is the Dark Side

IV
Looks like I’m a punk teenager
beating off mediocrity
with a katana
that can cut through steel
and I’m still losing

V
I never wanted to be here
but here is where I’m stuck
right in the middle of nowhere
The wind is only mine to inherit

VI
So be afraid, because
I am one man
a singular being of individualism
with nothing to lose but his life