Hard, Unfettered, Under An Order Of Restricted Movement Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I don't give a rat's a ss
Where you come from
And I could care less
why you stay

Why does anyone stay?
Amongst insane P epsi Cola conspiracies hide addicts to individualism and fake tree colored lighting in parks devoid of larks
In stunning complete awareness that locks elbows with stunted disbelief and does a kind of epileptic jig
And can't find good enough reasons to offer at roadblocks so must face prodding authority

This is a shaky platform and two only make the platform shakier
You keep kicking this fragile foundation like a stallion counting to ten by stomping its hooves
Drop dead certified between bot driven phone messages and extra strength memes and actual government numbers

Would you like to say a few words about how hard life actually is?
Funny how that has all been forgotten, all the accrued slights, rejections, bitterness, resentments have magically evaporated and no longer have effect
I would like to say a few words about nature
If we are all still alive tomorrow, let's put all work aside and, if they allow us, let's drive down to the river and throw breadcrumbs into murky water