I Will Always Choose The Highway Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I Will Always Choose The Highway



Someone said to me "It's my way or the highway"
So I immediately chose the highway

Someone is a pot bellied pig on two legs, belly extended and knee deep in his secretary
Full of false promises, wildly inaccurate predictions, and structure free boasts

He said to me "It's my way or the highway"
So I sped onto the nearest highway exit

Desperation fingers pried loose from what they were holding onto
Fall on your own accord past both freedom and malaise
Dip the skyline without looking forward at all

They each time said to me "It's my way or the highway"
And each time I chose the highway

I won't be dictated to by incompetent ego
Poorly disguised slatterns on the causeway of advancement
Leaving by highway is the least excruciating part of the trip

Sunday, March 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: revolutionary
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