By Julia Kemp

I wake up at ten o’clock

And scan my sloppy room

The weather’s nothing special

Just heat and smoke and gloom

It feels apocalyptic

Yet there are no zombies in sight

Just bad news on every channel

And liars that claim everything’s alright

But I have to do my part

And stay inside with madness soaring

Text a friend or binge a show

Boring boring boring