Houdini Escaping From An Awkward Situation Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Houdini Escaping From An Awkward Situation



We were born to fall asleep at deadly sterile parties
And cave in at the first drunken jibe thrown our way
Armed with excuses, I can't seem to make it past the beanbag chair
Later that evening, the apparatus of reason completely shuts down

Whereas a younger man would have tossed off a merry line or two
Called it putting in an appearance then gone home
I am powerless to act in the face of twelve o'clock
There is nothing here I have ever wanted

Eating standing up, cradling contempt in one hand
Paper plate in the other
Boosted by the antics of a fool
A diversion counted on
To help us escape from this illusion of a good time

Thursday, December 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: boredom
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