Culture Stain Poem by Raj Dronamraju

To be honest, I don't like driving nor shaking hands
nor most people I meet

I grudgingly separate my recyclables and plot mass murder in the grocery store
At my command is a complete lack of fear of not doing what everyone else does

You won't wash this off of you
Your love of sports on TV and beer in the evening and a mostly meat diet
Crude teenage dystopia
Desperate adult dead end

The heartbreak of intelligence
is shared in a secretive rejection of culture
Pulling out of financial backing
Gambling on further social disintegration

She hides beneath an airline blanket she took from the aircraft
She indolently breast strokes through lighter fluid
She no longer tries to clear a path
Nor clean herself immediately after cultures touch