Idleness Poem by Imo Peter

Like appendages deprived creatures
Rises a generation
Slumber snoring in snug
Perspiring damply from idle greased fatigue
With folded arms in the corridor of expectancy
And extra large dreams yearning luxuries

Though earth births a cybernetic age
Syndicate of digital and global periscope
Synchronized in technologies as computer trends
Encrusting the universe with flood of findings

But age breeds more outskirt species
With syndromic lazed tender offspring
Wallowing buoyantly enrapturing
Shrivelling, devoid of assimilation

Though with the advent of a new age
Synthetic in techniques and media broadcast.
Social media encroaches
The engrossed ardent minds
Congesting the space with network of tramps
Could this be a misbegotten generation?