Ragnorak Salad Dressing Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Not the I of submission
Your products will cause the end of the world
Not the I of overuse
Let's see how this looks from a different corner of the room
The sun that darkens at midday
How did you become I, how was yourself strongarmed by yourself

There are so many ways to play the game of narration
And make introduction, to be the master of ceremonies for all who are part of this setting
To be the I when it falls apart, your precious suffering versus the

The scene is mindless bloody violence, random person attacks random person, billions follow suit
Countries sink under fetid postings of bloated and gigantic maliciousness

The oceans turn black, we note this because it sounds dramatic
Less so - more debt than money on hand
Seeking a loan at pumped up interest

Their coloring book version of the end of the world
Is a pop up book
Ours is a vandalized void where no one creeps except our undeniable narcissism
When we bear witness to this perpetual disaster, we start off with talking about ourselves