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.