Barely the Same Species

You have the soul of an herbivore, Bill.
You follow the herd into work every day,
And you toil exactly as ruminants graze:
Slowly, unceasingly, hours on end.
Your thoughts are the herd's. You don't
Analyze anything. If any bell cow sets
Off, so will you.  I have no idea whether 

You like your life. Perhaps you don't know
If you do.


I, on the other hand, live like a predator,
Acting in spasms, long rests in between,
During which I'm observing your fellows,
The herd. I'm looking for weakness,
For times I should strike. I analyze
Everything. I am alone, and, as such,
I am vulnerable, also unhappy, as
Predators typically are.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-15 at 00:50

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Fucking amazing. A two stanza poem that actually deserves and lives up to why there's two stanza's. Fucking masterful writing as always man. And that ending? That tone of who's really the sad sack? oooof, un-fucking-believable. This is good writing right here.