Spring Break

My spring break was full of ambition,
It was an epic war of attrition,
against the boredom the haunts me.

Day and Night I toiled for naught,
for on the weekend we raged and fought,
in the black heart of the world of darkness.

The fun we had is gone and past,
and in its week left only gas,
along with a feeling of bloating.

So now its over and no lessons were learned,
except those of which Jason Cook has Spurned,
For he refused my help.