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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