One With The Trash Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Equality
Is not slumming it for the good time career of experience
Real without collaborating with idealism
The higher classes have transmitted their fantasies

Though we hang out in deep city divides full of wasted happiness and money panic
Our notions on class based classifications are clueless
We hate the police, they protect objects
They beat the underclass and are fetishized for this

Should be more than soldiers or people with guns and muscles
Why is all their folklore about finding new enemies?
Though my hands are soft and I live indoors, I am part of the street based meeting place

Hang out girls who know enough of what's dangerous to toughen up
Find bright spots in the free advertising supplements jammed in mailboxes every week
Drink socially and arm themselves locally

We'll be together in a fantastic unreal place
Where economic necessities are no longer necessary
And then we'll dive right into a social occasion with no ending
What a mess we'll leave! They won't know where to start for the clean-up!