Sonnet IV: On Shift at 10:58pm

I want to bash my head against a wall
The boredom twists my brain in crazy knots
A tangled ball of barely processed thoughts
Perhaps a smack would unravel it all
I want to bite my nails down to the quick
The stillness makes my teeth begin to itch
A desperate, hungry, neverending twitch
Perhaps a bit of blood would end the tic
Or maybe I should entertain myself
To help my itchy boredom be restrained 
With tasks, my restless mind could be detained
So maybe I’ll just dust the dust-less shelf
Or clean the floor-to-ceiling smudge-less glass
Or waste my life while willing time to pass