Raj Dronamraju Poems

When I was a little kid inspired by Greek mythology
I built a maze out of old boxes in the house my parents were renting
My dog and I would crawl through the boxes connected together with holes cut out
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Must live the role constantly, take on the role
Until there is no separation between the role and the actor
Must observe "real" people, being and acting and role playing as truth
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Third woman from the sun
They breathe a different atmosphere there
Here is swearing by vitamin supplements (seven types)
Can you find who lives with animals and stunt their own affections
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Your heroes are sex and mountainside
That's how it works
Deep devotion to the walking indulgence
And what comes ill equipped to handle the change
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Arguments are real, provocations are the deal
Science holds your blood pressure in abeyance
The ferryman accepts counterfeit coins but only takes you halfway across
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It was always the fat kid who was the first to feel the sting of the hard plastic ball
But I didn't care because I wasn't the fat kid

And I easily dodged your tired metaphors
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I don't give a rat's a ss
Where you come from
And I could care less
why you stay
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I've been the phone number written on the back of a matchbook
I've sat in your car while you zipped into the market for a loaf of bread
I've taken it all and had nothing to show afterwards
I've had nothing to show but have many accomplishments to point to
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When the cue is introduced, you'll think of funny names and the same associations
Cards put to your forehead and guess what's on the other side
A provision for your strange midday mood mangle
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You are a capitalist and it shows in your dreams
They are of ownership and money and the accumulation of things
You sell the weapons that will bring down your own greedy, rotten dreams
The one who provides the ammunition will be the last who goes before the firing squad
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