Bored

Why am I writing this poem?
because It's very boring here.
All there is for me to see
is a dragon, provoking fear.

There isn't much for me to do,
'cept ride my pterodactyl,
or use my brand new rocket ship
to go see planet Zaxel.

I don't have much money to spend,
just five million bucks,
and everyone knows all that can buy,
is five million hockey pucks.

Today I'm very bored,
I can hardly help but sigh,
All that's happening right now,
is flying saucers passing by.

I'm fairly mad, at my friends,
There's anger head to shoe,
They all call me a dullard,
but you disagree, don't you?