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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