Bored out of my mind

It’s the same ol’ grind


I stare off into space

It’s a hopeless case


Hours go by

My, oh my


Stomach’s growling

I am frowning


Desert sands, I see

Golly, I have to pee!


Please hurry

My legs are getting furry


A long drive ahead

My eyes are gonna be red


Nothing else to write

So, I’ll end by saying




Written by Beth Malbon

January 10, 1992

I wrote this poem while I was waiting for my fiancé to get his honorable discharge from the Army at Fort Irwin in Barstow.

Collage made using images from Google: sands, woman, eyeball, clocks, and dog legs. Rest of images are my own: sky and my dog yawning.

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