I'm at the computer, it's where I can write,
Where I am not trudged upon or in sight.
Soon I'm gone and words are in my head,
Boredom takes its place, wanting to be read.
Out of sight and out of mind, I begin to write,
Surprised by anything like oncomming light.
I write it down, make it form words,
I forget all about those nasty bores.
It just keeps comming, I don't want to stop,
But I must, I do, or I just won't stop.
Now I leave this poem to you,
so when you're bored, you'll know what to do.