A Day in paradise
And I can no longer write
Meaningful sentences,
It's like I need some suffering,
Some cold weather,
Being surrounded
By dead-eyed people
To express,
To write
Emotions and ****.
If everyone is happy
Poetry disappears.
Silly humans,
Said an alien
Trying to understand
Why wars,
Why pain,
Why Poe or Shelley
Or Buk.
Why?
If they could just live
In the middle of the planet
And be happy.