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Bored

BORED (THE WORKING MOTHER’S LAMENT)

I wanna be bored
I wanna have nothing important to do
I wanna sit and gaze at the walls and go for
days without answering even one of my calls

I wanna be bored
Off on some tropical island
You’ll find me laying in the sand,
staring at the sky and smiling

I want to contemplate my naval
as long as I am able to do it
I want to turn on a 10-hour, made-for-TV miniseries,
and sit all the way through it

I wanna be bored
I wanna have nothing going on in my mind
I wanna count the holes in the ceiling
and enjoy the feeling of having plenty of time

Perhaps I’ll have a hobby–like collecting bobby-pins (nothing too stimulating)
I wanna sit and watch the grass grow, or become a couch
potato
And sharpen my intelligence by watching JEOPARDY

I wanna be bored
I wanna have nothing going on in my mind
I wanna twiddle my thumbs until Kingdom Come,
and still have plenty of time
For thanking the Lord, for making me bored!

Words & Music by Jan Seides

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