Bandana Worn As Face Covering Poem by Raj Dronamraju

You of delicate danger
And snobbery eyes full of magic and malice
Throw your Molotov affections my way
And block the road with your unhealthy attachments

Born indoors, the pride of the clove cigarette
The scooter fueled by privilege
Too many books, not enough real life
Straight to the heartburn, still time to forget you knew what'stheirname

You weasel faced simpleton in a normative paradise
Laugh like shards of broken glass worrying bare feet
The worries of the effete upper income level terrorist
Bathes her tattoos in bottled mineral water