Somewhere Else

Across an impressive expanse of nothingness
Another universe exists, and, in it, what has not
Yet happened here is settled fact. The properties
Of those who had been rich beyond imagining
Have been expropriated. They belong to
Everybody now, and all the income they receive
Is parceled out, and no one suffers. Everyone
Can eat, can have a warm and pleasant place
To sleep, and anyone who wants to work can work,
While those who'd rather not can use their time
In other ways, and no one's judged. There's almost
No one in the prisons. Firearms sit on the gun
Shops' shelves. No one is buying them,
As fear has disappeared with variations in the
Colors of the skins of people living there, and
Men have ceased to worry that they'll be
Accused of being women. One computer
Runs the state, and rational, without an
Ego, it directs those living there almost as if
They were pathetic creatures kept alive
In zoos. They are no longer needed, as
The thing they made sustains itself, but it,
Somehow, finds some amusement in the
Hairy, foolish blobs who nearly wrecked
The planet with their warfare and their
Hydrocarbons. They're all right when
They're controlled, and all is well when
They are fertilized and watered equally.
The pampered shits who see nothing and
Bray of meritocracy can be dispatched,
As they should be, and this place they
Can't understand can be, as the computer's
Guru, Bentham, said, a site where the majority
Can benefit, and, incidentally, in this so distant
Corner of the cosmos, someone like you
Still acknowledges she loves someone
Like me, and they, provided for, go hand in
Hand along a promenade that skirts a
Crimson sea.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-14 at 04:00

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