Raj Dronamraju Poems

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151.
Anthropologist

I don't feel the need to know my neighbors
The grudging greetings exchanged every time we make eye contact in the morning going to work or coming home in the evening are what's required by hollow societal etiquette

The stooped old man who collects his mail
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152.
No Isotopes

I'm the mistake that couldn't be fixed
The injustice that couldn't be righted
The unity I deal in is the truth
With a center no different than the outside circumference
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153.
Why It's Better To Love A Stranger

The story of Noah's Ark is not believable
All of the creatures of the Earth are the descendants of one male, one female
And the inbreeding that followed
Look at the state of the world and wonder if we are all the product of inbreeding
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154.
Liberating The Invalid

You need the dream of a convalescent turtle
To prop up what small pride can be gathered together
To heal a damaged constitution, a fractured ego
And still he'd freak out and demand of his peers
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155.
Original Warranty Expired

Last night I fell apart
You consulted the schematic but no dice
The individual pieces wouldn't fit together again
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156.
What Did You Do In Heaven To Get Kicked Out?

I'll call you king litter, you foul your surroundings
You sleep among the refuse you've created
Give rise to an ever spreading mess
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157.
Viable

Would you live with me?
Join the committee to wipe out isolation
Consider it part of a major struggle
A bold stand and an example to others
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158.
The Only Remaining Nerve

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
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159.
Still Life Of A Girl That Loved Personification

She has a cream of mushroom complexion
She lends living qualities to wheat-like hair
She pretends there is no contrast in the divinity of kind actions and the hell of the refusal realm
There is practical use for lifeless objects who can't be used in an other way
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160.
The Surplus Is In The Hands Of Misers

The extra food is thrown out daily
They make sure to wrap it up in so many layers so as to make it hard to get to
They expectorate minimum wage spite in the wrong direction
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