Boring Life

                                  You're like kissing lipstick.

You're pasty, warm, and dry.

You're boring.

You bore me.

You're such a boring guy.

At first I kind of liked it



The way it oozed out of your mouth



Then there was more and more and,

it got boring,

Just another boring lie



So what if I just picked this knife up

And cut you all across your smile,

Would that be boring?

Or just one less boring life.