I was attracted by her beauty.
Even read the things she wrote.
In her diary of private thoughts.
She said I wouldn’t get her vote.
I feel no guilt or shaming.
Even if somehow I got caught.
Don’t care about your feelings.
Because I know you can be bought.
There’s a quiver in the ether.
A faint hint of rich fresh air.
I will use this little breather.
Just to plan and scheme and stare.
You said you wanted feelings.
With a longing for deep truth.
You said you wanted Superman.
He’s on a cellphone by the booth.
He said he doesn’t like you.
He’s not into girls no more.
We are living in a brand new world.
And I’m by the exit door.
Dennis Mantin 
This poem is sharp, unsettling, and strikingly modern. It captures emotional detachment, power, and irony with a voice that feels intentionally cold and self-aware. The contrast between desire and manipulation, truth and performance, gives the piece a provocative edge, while the closing lines leave a lingering sense of dislocation and quiet menace. It’s bold in tone and unapologetic in its honesty, inviting the reader to sit with discomfort and reflect on the fractured nature of connection in a “brand new world.”
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