Sexy Transgressor Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The way I always go into voice mail when I call her on the phone
The way she's an hour late when we meet, I get up to leave and that's when she appears as if nothing's out of the ordinary
The way she talks of people I would never ever want to meet
She casts rebellion as a reaction against politeness and treating other people decently

You want to scream empathy as your part of this one-sided non-exchange
Let me check my wallet first, the science of the hardhat
The way you try to make bringing a third person along cute
The science of the hardhat, surface judgments are the known realties

She believes in God
She believes in robots
She believes in jelly doughnuts
She'll either callously mistreat you or dismiss you forever when you raise an objection

I would most likely bend to female mistreatment alarms
And shake under this regimen of casual cruelty
Help! She's eating my face!
And looking extremely sexy while she's doing it