What an ingenious device
Boredom encompasses my time
I don't know what I should do

Indulging a moment of your time
Seldom the breeder of lies
But you won't believe that it's true

They take to the sky
Southbound pachyderm

Pinholes through cardboard
at the sun
Passing the bucks one by one
Leaving nothing in return

Watching the majesty blow past
Speculating which will be the last
Savoring my piece of pie

And there is no reprise
They're filling the sky
Southbound pachyderm