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