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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