The Limits Poem by Raj Dronamraju

If obnoxiousness is art consider this your exhibition gallery
Different stages of difficult behavior hang on the walls
"Don't touch" but some illiterate fool usually ends up doing just that

Maybe you've been exploited
Maybe you just didn't apply yourself
I don't know

In the male role, I took the jar you handed me and unscrewed the sealed lid
You scratch your head and vaporize the difference
With you, there are no limits

But I know only limits
Excuses made as politer explanations for I am not really interested in spending any time at all with you

Without limits, the infant smears the walls of the nursery with food and debris
With limits, weary patience sets upon your visage like plaster of Paris

Maybe you're smarter than me
Maybe you wear eyeglasses with lenses made of dreams
With you there is no waste because there is nothing to waste

You forgot to do your work and blamed it on being hungry
You are absolved of all responsibility if you skip your breakfast
You scrunch your eyes real tight as if trying to hang on to a thought