Praxis, Suck My Axis Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Praxis, suck my axis
I thought this was supposed to be easy
I am a man that exists only in theory
In practice, this hurting prototype sinks into anger at his own inability

Praxis, suck my axis
The laboratory is closed
You'll need a special pass to get in
Nothing you see there can be replicated in the physical world

Praxis, suck my axis
Drop a bomb on the way everybody else does things
Speak of impractical visions as if they have value
We wanted to go out but we could not find any means of exit

What you do on a daily basis from your fixed reference point
Your work and toil, effort that can be measured
Are meaningless

In worth is the rejection of a brutalism in place of no limits
Ideas unhindered by judgment
The beautiful nobility of a fully formed thesis

But someone will yank your leg and pull you back
Upend the unconverted proposal
Their resentment bring hostility to the designers of this dreamworld