How?
How do people do it?
How do people smile, drive cars,
buy loaves of bread,
read the paper, go to school,
go to jobs, go to church,
eat sushi, talk on cell phones,
drink coffee?
How do they piss,
shit and vomit?
How do they
get their
shoes shined,
stand in line,
comb their hair,
brush their teeth,
go to the theatre,
the circus, the carnival?
How do they do
these things and
so much more when
babies, innocent, beautiful
babies are born into this
brutal world,
where parents die,
where feral cats carry off
little birds that fall from
the nest,
where best friends die,
O.D, get hit by cars
drowned or
die from some
strange brain thing.
How do we eat
chocolate, watch football,
and build snowmen?
How do we
visit the zoo,
go to the moon
copulate
masturbate
menstruate and
procreate
when hearts still
break,
Sweet Jane dies.
The walk on the
wild side ends,
and the letters we
send get returned?
How do they do it,
when
dogs get hit by
cars,
whores roam the bars,
the dodo’s extinct and
wackos still brutalize
children?
How do people do it?
How do they carry on?
How do people do it?
How do people smile, drive cars,
buy loaves of bread,
read the paper, go to school,
go to jobs, go to church,
eat sushi, talk on cell phones,
drink coffee?
How do they piss,
shit and vomit?
How do they
get their
shoes shined,
stand in line,
comb their hair,
brush their teeth,
go to the theatre,
the circus, the carnival?
How do they do
these things and
so much more when
babies, innocent, beautiful
babies are born into this
brutal world,
where parents die,
where feral cats carry off
little birds that fall from
the nest,
where best friends die,
O.D, get hit by cars
drowned or
die from some
strange brain thing.
How do we eat
chocolate, watch football,
and build snowmen?
How do we
visit the zoo,
go to the moon
copulate
masturbate
menstruate and
procreate
when hearts still
break,
Sweet Jane dies.
The walk on the
wild side ends,
and the letters we
send get returned?
How do they do it,
when
dogs get hit by
cars,
whores roam the bars,
the dodo’s extinct and
wackos still brutalize
children?
How do people do it?
How do they carry on?
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
Thomas, I don't know
But then, I'm very slow
I guess we're being played
By ignorance, aversion and the crave
So many seeds
How many grow into magnificent trees?
It seems to be nature's way
I was reading about the "power law"
The other day
Thank you. I appreciate it.
Very valid appeal and a very strong statement on human denial...
Thank you very much. I appreciate it.
How do I answer all this?!
Some wag somewhere said 'The answer to everything is 42'.
That does not give us the foggiest idea of an answer! lol.
Thanks. I appreciate it.
The rhythm of life? Just one damn thing after another.......
Tes, thanks, Dave. I appreciate the read and comment.
A powerful poem, mate. Really packs a punch.
Thank you, my friend.
Extremely powerful and gives your reader much to reflect on and as a fellow writer I would say it's because of all the things you have indeed mentioned that we carry on we have that will, call it what you like but where would we be if it was all too boring? Every human has a story and the world revolves on that simple fact. Brilliant dear Poet. 🌹
So true. Thank you, dear Teddy.
Most people are basically narcissistic, self centered, oblivious to what is around them, caught in habits and personal crisis. Most just don't give a shit. Unfortunately that is why we are where we are. A very pensive write.
Thank you. Much appreciated.
The message you convey with this poem is very powerful! Animals ,people suffer every day yet noone seems bothered by that .Very sad.I loved your poem Thomas.
Thank you. I appreciate it.
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