Obnoxious is the word,

which comes to my mind,

for the feeling absurd,

not ready to up wind.

All chores are the same,

and so are the thoughts,

I know this is lame,

but bored of this lots.

Fully aware of my sword,

who are indeed my twig,

but sadly can't afford,

since headway is quite big.

But the dilemma remains,

what's the point,

have to break the chains,

hence need an anoint.