Just Bored

My friend Paul
Suggested I ask Jesus
About boredom
Maybe see how
The other half lives

So what, I ask
Tell Jesus I’m bored
Out of my mind?

He laughed that strange
High pitched guffaw
And said, why not!

So I wondered
How do I go about it?
And really
Aren’t there rules
Some way to be or say
Will Jesus
Give me some truth
An itinerary of merriment

I’ve poked fun of Jesus
Over the years
All dogma
If truth be known
But its left me empty
Unfulfilled
A wandering Jew
Without a home

I know the story
Of that wanderer
How it came to pass
Perhaps my Jesus jokes
Are my penance

So first
I got down on my knees
But it was painful
So I sat down on the floor
But my ass became numb
I laid down
And fell asleep
I woke up
In the middle of the night
Decided to try again

This time
I used a chair
And asked Jesus
For his help
I told him I was bored
And would like an answer
If he wasn’t too busy
I waited
Nothing
I asked again and waited
Still nothing

I continued for hours
Completely bored
So I stopped
And lit a cigarette
Realizing

I may always be bored
But it could be worse
Even Jesus knows that
Just look at his
Last day