Lived Too Poem by Raj Dronamraju

When you are asked what are your favorite hobbies and you answer sleeping and eating
Let me tell you those are not hobbies any more than breathing is
For a generation of turtle bedroom tunnelers I'd like to implore you to live too
Have a beer and get beat up and ignore and be ignored

You cried when you left the house for the first time
You cried and pulled your baseball cap lower
And sought out your mother's shoulder as if this was a public arrest
No photos please, over lunch you wanted to hold someone responsible

Computer games based on real life would produce PTSD on a much higher scale
Hold your comfort animal close and wish it could support you financially like a sugar daddy or mummy
Uncomfortable fantasy seats itself behind a desk and begins drafting a demand to do something with your life

What whispers in darkness and chatters on public transport is your own voice in the role of devil's advocate
Length of this activity is totally in your power
Rooster crowing for atomic dawn coming up over burning cities
And the beautiful site of a free life yet to happen