POEM STARTER

Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.

Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?

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We hated how bored we were

With youth and imagination

Overflowing from our

Pre-dystopia lives.


Simpler times

With no need for

Constant stimuli.


The boredom that we hated

Led us to places we now

Futilely dream of returning to.


In a world of

Constant misinformation

And oversaturation

Of anything and everything

Our humanity dies.


Humanitarian crisis

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Genocide

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Fascist uprising

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Life flashing by

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We impale ourselves

So willingly

On the sharpened pacifiers

They feed us.


Our attention,

Our care,

Our boredom,

Our humanity

Has left us.

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