The Users Poem by Raj Dronamraju

He played you like he owned you
Hang on to the people you can use
A sarcastic greeting for weakness
Skulking among the unsuspecting people on the promenade

He took what he could and he disassembled himself
Reconstructing himself among another grouping of shapeless spirits
Reinvention introduction and he's rifling through your purse
Looking through your innards, seeking a way inside

Crashed the car he'd borrowed from you
Talked to your enemies as if they were his friends
Talked to your credit cards and they gave him all he needed
Crashed the lie machine he'd turned on full power

Smokey sideways talk obscures the eloquent parasite
Upright tragedian secures face value loosely
There is always more to give to everyday bandits
They feed on good nature and expel the polluted fatalism of human interaction