The Only Remaining Nerve Poem by Raj Dronamraju

No place for a sensitive disposition
Wrong angels at wrong angles are lost angels, angels without maps
Not smart enough to take offense and not smart enough to fly away

No place for a convenient disappointment
The last final setback, it's where you finally run out of energy
Acid tongued and acid washed but incapable of further movement

No place for a change of heart
Screaming id prefect, book of chance with pages erased
They will wait until you find yourself then treat you exactly the same

No place for a change of wardrobe
I will wear the same pair of pants until the day I die
A nervous disorder claimed the life of the man in the faded and torn slacks