The Wrong Hole Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Cutting corners with a reptilian lover
Particles colliding against one another
Passion is no ordinary exclamation against poverty and injustice

I'm tired of what I see every day
Some people should be born mute
One day, you're going to need my help
When your eight-handed auspicious totem boxes you and makes your eyes blind

Marking time with the best I could find
I'm going to milk the cow
With a regularity born of contempt