POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.
Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?
In Boredom
When you’re body sinks in
with nothing to do
I wish you’d let me hear your thoughts
The ideas that take up your space
That compensate for the lack of
Joy
Because then you’d entertain
My own colorless, calculating mind
And then I could join you in boredom too
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