There’s nothing, nothing new to do.
It’s all been done a time or two.
The days repeating on and on
in bummer humdrum summer. Yawn.
A boring video or two.
An unexciting chat with you.
The same dumb games. The same dumb phone.
Excuse my weary, woeful moan.
And each new day, it’s growing clear
that nothing ever happens here
but tedium that I despise.
Forgive me while I roll my eyes.
But then I really, truly cried
when mom suggested, “Go outside!”
But how could that be any fun?
My screen won’t function in the sun…