Skinny Dynasty Poem by Raj Dronamraju

He came from a long line of skinny men
Whose pants hung loose and needed constant pulling up
Whose eyes were big and constant like the moon presiding over a sparsely attended funeral
Who find no carnal pleasure in eating and chew slowly with their mouths wide open

The skinny men marry early and often
Work as sales representatives for employers who cheat them
Keep a workspace with tools in the garage
Graduate from used cars to new cars and watch their 401K plans

The sons of skinny men watch game shows and baseball
Don't dare talk back to their wives
Keep a handkerchief in their right breast pocket
Never question existence and barely suffer its indifference

The skinny men throughout time have felt the cold
Hug their bony bodies close
What escapes is the heat that comes from the closeness of living
It is dispelled by the cold blooded embrace of security