Not So Smooth Operator Poem by Raj Dronamraju

The youth of the hairless league decided moustaches were satanic
Akin to the words coming off the well travelled tongues of harassment machines
Elaborate rituals, pitiful individuals, his pants are too tight and he smells bad

Friday night failures talking to strangers, blanketing the stripmall hoping numbers satisfy need
Jumbo jet Paleolithics evolved out of freedom and I can only talk in two voices - that of cardboard cutout and that of demanding equivalent

In making the challenge of acquaintance easier, it became harder
My choices are cut into strips and have to reassemble the shredded document
Lonely continent, tired abstinent, your neighbors are all experts on the normality of your daily activities

Jackal born vandal, laid back scandal
Retreat sounded in the face of impossible demands
Even a salutation ("hello how are you? " "good morning") is viewed with scorn