NEEDLEWRITER

She got bored
He got bored too
We all got fucking bored
So we did it anyway
Moved on
It was a test to surpass
The fights between our fancy and class.
Is it destruction of the mass?
Or did we just outwit our own sass?
Poor us, where is the trust?
Between spaces and times
Are all our crimes
Nothing no more shines
Why all the mines?
... We got bored.