The Influencer Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I pulled strings and some strings pulled me
Into the place of product placement still life
The angry benediction of the dopamine scowl
Dopamine fingers - how they twitch like dying beetles

For the softened lights, the drawn down activity of manipulated mammalian maturity
Living on a dare is a distant memory
In a catacomb of external social society that leads to an empty mausoleum

Endorsement deals for putrid larks whose tomfoolery of self is exhibitionism pointed downwards to the middle of the Earth
That was too close for me but for most not close enough

Who knew the world was full of such bad dancers?
And people who look worse the more clothes they take off
That's the effect of toxic sustenance and losing touch with what is front of you what touches your skin, what is first hand deliverance of living to you