Love Song by a Eugenecist
October 9, 2010
I know a man who lives alone
Who cannot hear his empty home.
No friends ascend the concrete stairs
That wouldn’t lead them anywhere.
But once a week he goes outside
And boards train, and takes a ride
Into a town where millions walk,
And do not stop when he doesn’t talk.
Why should we live with life like this,
To normal life a poison cyst?