Here In Hitlerburg Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Unwed teenage mothers and bowling alley poison
Snap decayed longing bonds of worn out dream facades
Engine won't turn over, see your breath

Big deal! Your friend Jim Fredericks is Santa Claus
He is not content with the four seasons and how they affect the mood
And I am not content with the mood

What does it mean to be passed out?
I have two eyebrows is what it means
In Hitlerburg, I am the two eyebrowed man asking

And I grow onions in Hitlerburg
Where they inhale gasoline and moonpies and scotch middle is weeded out and diluted
For vinegar onion tears that form unhealthy stagnant pools

All the women are doorknobs
Big deal! Your popeye steroids pop out as if in a cartoon town
Hitlerburg is populated by cartoon people

Here in Hitlerburg, we claim victory by copying the loser
But without their cool clothes or pomp and circumstance
I don't smile at dueling pistol dreadnoughts in backwards turned caps

You own a pick-up but you live nowhere near a wilderness
You rev the engine in the parking lot
The sounds of the tires scare me with their regularity