Being Prolific Through The Rule Of Forced Boredom Poem by James McLain

In realms of Forced Boredom, stern decree,
A poet of substance, known to be.
Within these lines of crafted lore,
Where boredom rules, we strive for more.

In stanzas forged, my skill displayed,
Prolific verse, my thoughts arrayed.
A dance of words, of vibrant hue's,
my pen commands, this rule's advance.

Yet in our world, where boredom reigns,
Creativity breaks my silent chains.
A poet's spirit, never confined,
In stillness, brilliance we all can find.