A who, what, where, when, why, how poem. I was very bored one day.
Keep in mind that this is not my best. So try not to be hateful.

Every day is drawn out, to the last drop
Who can deal with that?
Everyday is pulled and stretched from dawn to dawn.
Who would put themselves through that?

When everything seems to slow,
and there is no reason…
What do you do?
When every day seems like two
and the month seems to be going in reverse.
What is the cause?

When the days go, from double to triple…
Where can you go to be rid of the boredom?
When the sky and Earth have been enjoyed in every way.
Where is left?

There is no work to be done,
nor any chores…
When will time speed up again?
Every surface is dusted,
and all the homework done…
When is there something more?

Every day is the same…
Why is life on an endless record?
Every day is long….
Why will no one lift the needle?

When extreme boredom calls to you…
How can you handle it?
When a thousand days of idleness catch up…
How do you cope?