POEM STARTER

Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.

Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?

Self-Inflicted Boredom

Put your phone down

And remove that frown

Five minutes won’t kill

Just relax, take a chill

You might be surprised

The silence you despised

Avoided for so long

Drowned out with song

Buried under the noise

Insisted no one enjoys

Will eventually save you

This I know to be true


Your mental freedom

Is on the other side of

Self-inflicted boredom

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