Bad Intentions Poem by Raj Dronamraju

A god would know how to read the graffiti on the walls of my heart
In a sordid neighborhood, these walls are very thin
He's greasy and he smiles a lot
The lie detector draws wide squiggles every time he speaks

Don't leave me alone with an ability to communicate
Don't leave me tired and waiting for someone else's words
He would keep the correspondence going an exchange longer than is necessary
Shrug off the awkwardness as part of being a man

Not a type of courage that is recognized by law enforcement
Not a pat on the back for giggling outside the winner's circle
Built for iniquity are his disposable roots
His non-consensual dream is independent of his role as a citizen front

I know where they'll keep you
I know where they shrink all the heads
The animal puckers up and awaits the right moment
Midgetbrain on a motorcycle scoops up scoops all your hard work and rides away into the ether