Bad Handwriting Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I'm not a doctor but I write like one
Illegible doodles make the teachers rap my knuckles
And the snakes crawl through my fingers

The snakes flop on the open page
Dipped in ink, squiggly lines never approach complete thoughts
They remain outside in a ghetto of laziness and poor upbringing
The speed of careless brilliance not enough to break down that barrier

My wrists aren't strong enough to support my hands for very long
The mind tells hands to act and somewhere in transit the message is lost
Signature's flourish applied everywhere and you are your own man
A man they'll never understand

No one has the time to understand
They walk to work uphill both ways and have no patience for poor penmanship
Hey, there's a word I recognize
But they'll never recognize even 1/100th of you