POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.
Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?
Boredom Is In the past
Everyone is glued to their phone
I'm not a sheep so I feel alone
People are constantly on their devices
I chose a different path with different vices
People lose touch with reality
They will bump into you on the street
Without even as much as an apology
Paying attention to their phones walking into poles
Even twisting their ankles in mole holes
Boredom sparks creativity
They are held in digital captivity
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