Alien Nation

Five guys circle like flies around the woman
With enormous breasts. Preoccupied, I'm not
One of them. Five women stand, sour-faced,
To the side. Nature's unkind. She has most
Of us lose. The woman with breasts is a physicist.
Nobody cares. They don't understand what she
Says, and the sour-faced women, some of them,
Anyway, fornicate wildly. Nobody cares.
I am locked in a tower I've made for myself
Asking why I write poetry even though I know
Nobody anywhere cares.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-27 at 15:45

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Christopher Fernie
Dear Larry,

Perhaps Darwin was right: it is the survival of the fullest.

Cheers, pal, and happy New Year just past, and happy Chinese New Year, the Year Of the Dog.


"Nobody cares" is one the many themes I like the most in literature. After all, life is a meaningless repetition of meaninglessness. :D

yes, kant can The PoetBay support member heart!
i understood nothing

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The dystopian now, brilliantly expressed