artikulation .05e

What to do? An hour to kill,
60 minutes to be filled,
Another hour of my life,
Is sure to idly pass me by,
And I'm so bored and so fed up,
As I sip coffee from my cup,
And try to write a page of words,
To take my mind away from earth,
Occassionally I raise my eyes,
And look at people passing by,
The cars and buses on the street,
The shoes on different people's feet,
For little else I have to do,
But smoke a cigarette or two,
And on this paper move my pen,
Until the clock ticks on to ten.