Who Is Motorboy? Poem by Raj Dronamraju

They can't guess your age
Nor get outside dream tawdry principle
He will come and steal a little longer
A little extra which he uses for breaking the speed limit of mortality

Eating over the sink so as not to make a mess
As clever as a waterfall
Downwards flowing keeps the clever coming in regular bursts
They smash into the rocks at the base of the falls and become simple one word explanations
He could sit at the table but he might not be able to get up again

Dutiful Mohammedan in the way they allow repetition rituals to make all their decisions for them
Powerhouse Dracula in the way he gets stronger and other near him die out
Dimmed dimwit pretend drunk provoked by full-bodied visions of their resentment

They won't prance about as the MP's
You are late for curfew but you don't care
Don't need fuel, don't need an alternative energy source
Don't need courage
Don't need a reason to live (I've got one)