Raj Dronamraju Poems

I've got listicles and pistols
And cut up rows of meaning to be inserted or loaded in a chamber and fired into thought

I've got listicles and pistols
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It took me a long time to learn to make excuses
To proceed in the pattern of fearless request
Reality superimposed and consequence free
Surprise, surprise, hurting other people doesn't come from this
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Take a load off
Punch the girl you love in the face figuratively speaking
Refuse to go to work and hide in the basement
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I embrace you as a scientist
And as someone who uses reason
Who views you long term as someone who barely makes sense
But oh the valuable quality of the sense you make
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"Choosy mothers choose Jif"
Now that peanut butter is the center of your life
Is there room for anything else?
Is there room for living outside yourself?
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We dressed like cowboys
Or so we thought
These thought were based on the misconception that flannel shirts were America
Whereas the truth is flannel shirts are just flannel shirts
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It was never the compliments
Which seemed macabre when viewed from any angle not connected to self-delusion

It was never a preamble that allowed for salesmanship
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Your interest is not appreciated
Youth creeped out when you smile and look over there
The pedigree mated marble haunting
That can neither be contained nor moved from its heavy blockade position
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The sport too late
Sadder than a wasted childhood
An old age garbed in Tweedledum's booties
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Had a chance but failed to act upon it
Now tiger drawbridge greets every attempt to move on
Tiger drawbridge quick to pull up and leave you flat-footed
With the entourage of unrealized potential
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